[ She's almost stepped fully outside by the time he pipes up, but his voice holds her in place once more. Funny, really. It's always floating around in her imagination, moments that felt like they could come from books, except they never turn out right if they happen in real life. This one, though? This definitely feels like something she's read before.
There's a silence as she glances at the library in the distance. It'd probably be smart to walk away, wouldn't it? If she didn't, she'd most likely end up getting emotional and cry all over the place. He'd clearly given her false hope, and she should be mature and face this problem when she's in a better place mentally--
She's turning around and shutting the door behind her. Don't judge her! It's free coffee! ]
I could use a little pick-me-up. Ahaha.
[ Putting on a smile, she heads in his direction, dropping her books into an empty chair on the way. It's only when she's nearly close enough to take the cup that she hesitates again, giving his face and uncertain glance--something almost worried. But eventually, a decision seems to be made, and she steps in and plucks the cup gingerly from his hand, careful not to touch his skin and ignite their connection. Lord knows that'd make it harder for her to remain in her perfectly levelheaded state. ]
Thanks.
[ After settling in a chair that's almost absurdly far away from him--because she can't drink this in the library, duh!--she stares down at the cup in her hands. A million thoughts rise up in an instant. They're sharing something again. His lips have touched this. Part of him will be inside her, becoming one with her like how it used to be...
Suddenly, she gulps some down, far more than she'd intended to. The strength of the pumpkin spice makes her eyes sting, but she's cool! It's all good! Even if she's struggling to figure out what to say. Ugh, she hates this painful awkwardness that's planted itself between them. ]
Erm. It's...nice to see you.
[ "Nice" as in "weird," or maybe "I'm really doing my best not to shake the hell out of you and find out why you can't send a text." But...a good start! ]
DELISH 10/10
There's a silence as she glances at the library in the distance. It'd probably be smart to walk away, wouldn't it? If she didn't, she'd most likely end up getting emotional and cry all over the place. He'd clearly given her false hope, and she should be mature and face this problem when she's in a better place mentally--
She's turning around and shutting the door behind her. Don't judge her! It's free coffee! ]
I could use a little pick-me-up. Ahaha.
[ Putting on a smile, she heads in his direction, dropping her books into an empty chair on the way. It's only when she's nearly close enough to take the cup that she hesitates again, giving his face and uncertain glance--something almost worried. But eventually, a decision seems to be made, and she steps in and plucks the cup gingerly from his hand, careful not to touch his skin and ignite their connection. Lord knows that'd make it harder for her to remain in her perfectly levelheaded state. ]
Thanks.
[ After settling in a chair that's almost absurdly far away from him--because she can't drink this in the library, duh!--she stares down at the cup in her hands. A million thoughts rise up in an instant. They're sharing something again. His lips have touched this. Part of him will be inside her, becoming one with her like how it used to be...
Suddenly, she gulps some down, far more than she'd intended to. The strength of the pumpkin spice makes her eyes sting, but she's cool! It's all good! Even if she's struggling to figure out what to say. Ugh, she hates this painful awkwardness that's planted itself between them. ]
Erm. It's...nice to see you.
[ "Nice" as in "weird," or maybe "I'm really doing my best not to shake the hell out of you and find out why you can't send a text." But...a good start! ]