I run on coffee and chaos, sweetheart

T: 13.45
P: a small cafe placed at the shopping street of Aston
O: a black pencil skirt that stops right below her knee; black stilettos; silk stockings; a mauve button up shirt with long sleeves; her hair in a long braid down over her left shoulder; her makeup subtle and elegant
W: outside it is a bit chilly, but inside the cafe, it’s toasty and comfortable.


’’Over here, miss!’’ a voice sounded, making Lavender turn her head to look in the direction. An elderly couple sat at their usual table, holding each others hand while the gentleman had raised his other hand to get Lavender’s attention. Lavender smiled warmly at the couple, before she moved over there with nimble elegance; avoiding to barge into tables, chairs and other costumers. ‘’Well hello there! What can I get for you?’’ Lavender asked with that same warm smile, as she pulled out a notepad and pen; the same pen she had been using to scribble down her phone number on a certain demon’s wrist not too long ago. The gentleman looked briefly at his wife, before he ordered for the both of them; ’’Nessie here would like a cappuccino and a piece of carrot cake,’’ the gentleman said, before he looked back at Lavender. ‘’’’And I’ll just have a black coffee and a biscotti.’’ he then added, and quite calmly, Lavender noted that in her finest cursive writing as usual. ‘’Okay then! I’ll bring that down to you two in a jiffy!’’ Lavender said, before she turned around and walked back to the coffee station. She was well trained in making coffee, thankfully. It was one of the things she had been focusing on while being stuck at home far too often. In a matter of minutes, she was ready with the order; having plated the cake, biscotti and brewed their drinks. However, as she always did, she decided to add a little bit of kindness to their order. She placed two pieces of dark chocolate on each of their plates, and of course had made the cappuccino with her signature swan in the foam. She placed the items on the tray, before she walked down to the couple once more; serving their order. ‘’Here you go! Just let me know if there’s anything else, okay?’’ Lavender said, before she placed the items on the table. ’’Thank you. How much do we owe you?’’ the gentleman asked, pulling out his wallet from the inner pocket of his blazer. ‘’Oh, not a dime!’’ she said with a soft smile. The man was just about to argue, when his wife placed her hand on his wrist. The lady then looked at Lavender; revealing vivid blue eyes. Lavender smiled warmly at the both of them. ‘’It’s on the house. Don’t worry about it,’’ Lavender calmly said, before she turned around, just to hear the man mumble something to his wife about coming there more often.

However, Lavender’s supervisor wasn’t pleased. As she returned to the coffee station, he ordered her to follow him into the staff room. She did so, calmly. She didn’t fear Timo at work; he couldn’t touch her without risking being fired. As soon as they were alone, Timo closed the door behind them and looked at the siren with pure fury in his eyes. It had only been a couple of days since the incident at the bar, which Timo had refused to acknowledge happened. ‘’Is there a problem, Mr. Hayes?’’ Lavender asked, clearly not pleased with the door being closed. Timo didn’t say anything at first; no, he started by pushing her up against the door and pinning her there by grabbing her wrists. ‘’What on Ear-,’’ she exclaimed, but her words were silenced as he placed a hand over her mouth. Then, he leaned in, whispering how he wanted to make her pay for being such a stupid girl; how she owed him that after what had happened at the bar. At first, Lavender had been scared. She had feared that he would try to do something again - but she quickly learned that he wouldn’t be able to. She tilted her head, narrowing her eyes. Her eyes - something she had been very careful about using to lure men - now came into play. They shifted from their sea foam green to a vivid bluish green instead, like you turned up the brightness or something. Timo seemed completely mesmerized by the sight, and his hand fell from her mouth. She was humming softly, giving him chills down his spine. ‘’You are mine,’’ she whispered; the words almost sounding melodic themselves. ‘’But I am not yours,’’ she continued. ‘’You’ll finish my shift for me, Timo, because you cherish me so dearly,’’ she stated, making the supervisor nod. She then moved from the door and Timo left the staff room to do as ordered.
Usually, the enchantment would only last a couple of hours, but when that time would come, she wouldn’t even be at the cafe. He would feel as if he would be waking up from a dream, and with a massive headache. Better than being drowned in cold brew by a siren, she thought to herself.

She looked at the clock on the wall. Ten minutes left until Benjamin would show up - if he showed up. The whole thing had been a tad weird, considering that he had been forced to call from a landline and couldn’t just text her. She couldn’t even text him the address of the cafe, although he surely knew it. Most people in Aston did. She straightened her clothes once more, before she took off the apron and clocked out on the timer. She wasn’t going to get paid for having a friend over for coffee - that didn’t seem fair to anyone. She then left the staff room, only to see how Timo was prancing around and pouring refills, smiling at guests and so forth. She giggled slightly to herself, as she began looking around to see if Benjamin had decided to show up a little early.

Being a siren had some perks, that was for sure. She was able to manipulate especially men to do as she wanted, if she wanted it enough. Right then and there, however, all she wanted was to feel some power over the man who seemed to think he had her wrapped around his little finger. As Timo got out to do as she had told him to, and she scouted slightly after her ‘date’, which seemed to be rather unnecessary. Lavender hadn’t even got the time to relax about being done with work or enjoy seeing her idiotic supervisor prance around like some moron, before she heard how porcelain shattered. She looked at the direction, only to see Benjamin squat down to pick up the pieces. Swiftly, she was over by his side with a dustpan and picked up the pieces with him. Timo had joined them as well, but as he noticed who the stranger was, he seemed to simply shy away from interfering. He wasn’t going to get embarrassed at work as well!
Lavender, on the other hand, continued to help with the little mess, until she realized that Benjamin was bleeding. She pulled out a paper napkin from the breast pocket of her shirt, handing it to him, with a soft smile. ‘’You know, you don’t have to shatter our products to get my attention, right?’’ she asked teasingly with a smirk on her lips. ‘’Are you alright?’’ she then asked, nodding towards the hand. After all, bleeding meant damaged, as far as she knew.

‘’Do you want something? My treat, of course!’’ she said, as she gathered the last tiny pieces of the mug on the dustpan and got back on her feet once more. Then, Timo seemed to be interested in talking to his colleague once more. Calmly, he grabbed Lavender by her arm and pulled her slightly closer; whispering to her that she shouldn’t be displaying her personal relationship at her work place. Lavender turned her head to look at Timo, but the moment she did that, he released her as if he had been electrocuted by touching her. ‘’Please, focus on the customers, Mr. Hayes.’’ Lavender said, before she looked back at Benjamin. ‘’If you prefer, we can go somewhere else?’’ she suggested. She did realize how being around Timo could be stressing Benjamin, considering how things had been last the two men saw each other.

Lavender chuckled by his statement. Of course it had worked; he was shattering things that she would have to pay for in the end! Still, she smiled at him, knowing he hadn’t meant to in the first place, so how could she be mad about it?
‘’Soon enough? That does feel like a relative timeframe, dear Benjamin,’’ she said, as they both got up.
What happened next was a bit of a jumbled mess to her. She could smell the blood - which she figured was from his injured hand, but as she was conversing with her supervisor briefly; the scent grew stronger. She was no predator on land, so handling the scent wasn’t an issue. However, had they been in the water, she would have attacked with no hesitation. It was a thought that always terrified her about herself.
As her supervisor returned to work, Lavender reached to take the porcelain pieces from Benjamin. She then realized that he had also hurt that hand, as the pieces seemed to be more bloody than before they had been picked up. ‘’Oh, sure! Come with me,’’ she said, before she placed a hand on his lower arm to guide him with her back to the staff room where she had been harassed by her supervisor moments earlier.

‘’Are you sure you are alright?’’ she asked, as she climbed on top of a table against the wall, only to stand on it and stretch herself as far as she could to reach the first aid-kit on the top shelf of a shelving unit. The place wasn’t made for short girls like her. She then sat down upon the table, opening the kit and pulling out both things to clean the cuts with as well as bandaids.
‘’Don’t worry about the mug, by the way,’’ she said, as she nodded towards the dustpan filled with the shattered pieces. ‘’We don’t really pay out of our wage for broken items,’’ she explained, as she had gotten the idea that he was offering to pay simply because he didn’t want her to suffer the consequences.
‘’Hand me your hand,’’ she said, smiling calmly at him. ‘’Please,’’ she then added, to at least sound polite. To be quite honest, she was polite most of the time. But when she got comfortable with someone, she didn’t need politeness. At that point, she would call a dingus for a dingus without hesitating.

regardless of what anyone thought of her; especially her supervisor, Lavender had a tendency to not only care too much, but also being hurt way more than most people when her trust was misused. She had trusted her supervisor for that ‘one drink’, and even though Benjamin had spared her any damaging consequences from that encounter, Lavender sure as heck wasn’t done with her revenge. She lived by the eye-for-an-eye mentality, and that bastard was getting what he deserved soon enough.

In the staff room, things seemed to be less tense. Not only between them, but Benjamin simply seemed to relax quite a bit more than he had done out in the café. ‘’That kind of things happen. I can’t recall how many times i’ve burnt myself on the espresso machine!’’ she chuckled, but to her confusion, it seemed like something else seemed to bother the demon now. He wanted to stand in the middle of the room? Slowly, she realized that he was thinking about prevention of damaging any more of the store. She had, of course, both heard and seen what had happened to the lamp post he had distorted after she had entered her apartment complex last time they saw each other. It didn’t scare her, however. If he wanted to hurt her, he would have done so by now. ‘’Yeah, sure!’’ she said, as she jumped off the table and walked to the spot he hand been pointing at. ‘’Here? Now, your hand, please?’’ she asked, as she reached out her left hand to hold his with, so that it would be kept steady as she would clean it. ‘’Listen, I… I’m sorry for kinda just… You know, cutting things short, last time,’’ she said, smiling at him to keep it light between them. ‘’I just have some stuff to deal with, and when you told me it was time for me to get home… Well, at that point, I was already getting a bit lightheaded,’’ she explained, still smiling. ‘’Anyway, I’ll explain it better once I’ve fixed your hand!’’ she then said, chuckling softly. After all, she had figured it better to tel Benjamin what was going on with her. He seemed like one of those people she could trust when it came to sharing that information.
‘’Oh! By the way!’’ she said, lighting up in an even bigger smile before she continued; ‘’I brought your jacket today!’’ she said, nodding at the hooks on the wall by the door, where his jacket hung neatly and waited for him.

Her reason for leaving quite abruptly last time really had nothing to do with him. Still, she feared that she might have hurt his feelings just a bit when she just had agreed to leave and go home. A thorough explanation was of course warranted, which he would get once she was finished with his hand. “Yeah, lightheaded,” she confirmed, smiling at him. Although she might have seemed a bit tense, she wasn’t. Not really, at least.
As she informed him that she had remembered to bring his jacket, he threw it right back at her with a wink and tease, while stating that he thought she had in mind to keep it as a souvenir. She chuckled at him, before she raised an eyebrow. “Souvenirs are, in my opinion, things meant to remind of us places or people we aren’t go to see again,” she said; trying to brush off his wink, although it did make her feel slightly warm in the inside. “And I certainly hope I’ll be seeing more of you, Benjamin,” she admitted. There was no undertone in her voice; no hint of if she meant it in a romantic way or not. She opened a alcohol wipe with her teeth, as she used her left hand to keep his hand steady. Then, she gently cleaned the cuts; looking up at him every once in a while to make sure she wasn’t hurting him. “Does it happen often?” She asked, before she pulled a compression gauze from the kit which she had kept tucked under her left arm. “You getting tense, I mean,” she elaborated, before she looked up at him with a soft expression on her face. “My cousin, he gets tense too. Smashes things, yells, throws furniture across the room,” she explained, adding to why she thought she might recognize some pattern in behavior. “You don’t have to answer, of course,” she then said, as she finished up with his hand; having bandaged it just enough to not bleed all over the place, but also give him full mobility. It wasn’t that first time she had done that, clearly. “Did you want to go somewhere else?” She asked, as she released his hand and zipped close the kit before throwing it up on the top shelf once more.

“You remember correctly,” she said with a teasing smile on her lips. “After all, you are here now. Who could say if you would have been, if not just to get the jacket back?” She asked with a crooked smile. She meant no offense, but it could simply be that he didn’t want her company and just his jacket. Or, so it could have seemed to someone else. To her, she was almost certain that it wasn’t the case. Yet, a small shred of doubt always lingered.

As the conversation moved to him being tense and how her cousin did the same thing, he seemed to explain it solely by mentioning the racial aspect of things. She nodded calmly, until he mentioned something about her supervisor. Gently, she raised her hand and placed it carefully on his cheek. “He is a dickhead. I know.” She said, smiling softly at him. She then moved her hand, as she wasn’t even entirely sure if it was okay for her to touch him. Some people had bigger boundaries than her, after all. “Now, let’s get out of here!” She said, taking a step backwards, heading towards the door leading out into the cafe once more. “Don’t forget your jacket,” she said, winking at him, before she reached for a relatively big silk scarf that was draped across another one of the hooks, next to his leather jacket. She placed the scarf over her shoulders, draping it so that it almost looked like a delicate cape rather than a scarf. “Do you have an idea where you would like us to go?” She asked quite curiously. “We could always head back to my place, since you already know the way,” she suggested, smiling cheekily at him. “As long as you won’t smash any of my porcelain. I kinda need it,” she added, winking at him.

He had smiled as she had placed a hand on his cheek, which had assured her in that she wasn’t overstepping any boundaries with him. Not yet, at least.
He agreed to at least try not to break any of her porcelain, which gave her the impression that he was going to come home with her. That impression quickly changed as he then suggested that she should see something else than the same route from work back to her place. She smiled, nodding slightly. “That sounds like a good idea! Lead the way, good sir,” she said, as they stepped out into the cafe. Timo was still buzzing with work, and as he saw the two of them getting ready to leave, he tried his best not to be in their way.

Lavender then continued out onto the street; looking at Benjamin briefly. “So, what do you have in mind?” She asked, as she wrapped her hands in corners of the scarf; a little habit she had was to fiddle with things whenever she wasn’t sure on what was to happen. Her hair, which had been braided down over her shoulder, seemed to have loosened itself somewhere between her reaching for the first aid kit and them stepping outside. Instead of the elegant braid, her hair was flowing freely in the afternoon breeze. A part of her wondered when it would be the best time and place to tell him about it all, but at the same time, she wasn’t even sure if she should tell him. After all, what good would come of it? What if he decided he wasn’t going to waste his time with a ticking time bomb?.. Lost in thought for a moment, she bit her lower lip.

‘’Alrighty then!’’ she said, as he explained that they were going to something called Juice Stop. She had never heard of the place, let alone been there, so it was a pleasant exploration to do with him, for sure. Down to earth, and with live music? She was sold big time by those statements. As he then said something about their milkshakes, she chuckled. It could hardly be better milkshakes than those at the Shack back in Oregon, she thought to herself. A bit of homesickness then seemed to take a hold on her, which she shrugged off as she realized she had been lost in thought, and Benjamin reminded her that she wanted to tell him something. For a moment, she considered saying that it was nothing; that it didn’t matter. But it wasn’t nothing, and it did certainly matter - which was the main reason she nodded calmly. ‘’Yeah, there was,’’ she said, as she gave a small nod for them to begin walking towards the Juice Stop.

‘’I mentioned earlier how I became lightheaded last time, right? - well, it’s something I’ve dealt with all my life. You see, I was born a great deal earlier than expected. As a fetus, the heart has a certain function where the chambers aren’t closed off. It is one of the last things to close up leading up to birth,’’ she explained. It was easier to talk about if she kept it distanced; spoke about it if it was a common thing. ‘’Since I was born way too early, my heart wasn’t ready. I was born with a broken heart, so to speak. If I got excited, angry - anything really that would make my pulse rise and my heart beat faster or harder, could damage the unclosed wall and kill me,’’ she said, before she looked over at him for the first time since she decided to explain the situation. ‘’I’ve been a regular at the children’s hospital all my life, all up until I turned 21. If we are counting years, I have spent a total of 13 years in a hospital bed,’’ she explained, before she looked down at her feet as they walked. ‘’It is almost healed up now, however. As long as I don’t freak out completely, and keep my pulse at a steady rate, I’m perfectly splendid,’’ she said, looking at him once more and sending him a calm smile. ‘’I get dizzy, whenever I’m about to overexert myself. I guess that whatever happened last time, well… Yeah, now you know why I suddenly rushed home. I prefer to pass out on my own floor rather than on the street,’’ she admitted. She couldn’t get herself to admit that he had somewhat excited her with all their teasing and sudden intimate position as she wrote down her number. He was a friend, after all. Admitting to being turned on by him was most likely the stupidest thing she could do, and a surefire way to make him ghost her for good.

As she had explained the main components of her current situation, he seemed to have been silent and simply listening to her. It was nice to be listened to, as they had neglected that part majorly back when she lived at her parents’ house. Why? Because she always would be asking why they couldn’t be going out on a vacation; camping or something. Always, no matter what she had to ask for, it had been a no. Of course, with the explanation that she would risk getting ill again. She had hated that situation every damned time.
However, as she was done explaining, and Benjamin finally said something, it confused her slightly. ‘’Scare me?’’ she repeated, looking up at him. ‘’Oh dear, no! Quite the opposite,’’ she finally admitted, looking down at the path in front of them once more. ‘’Can we just leave it at the fact that I was maybe a bit too pleased about standing that close to you?’’ she asked, before she looked back at him. ‘’But no, Benjamin. You did not scare me - no one bit!’’ she said, smiling softly at him. ‘’Even though I fear you might have given the poor lamp post a mighty huge fright when I left,’’ she said, winking at him.

‘’Anyway! How’s the hand?’’ she asked, nodding towards his left hand which she had bandaged earlier. After all, she was slightly more concerned about him might hurting than if she had embarrassed herself. In case he got uncomfortable about her admitting that she quite liked the intimate position they had shared last time, then he would simply have to either say something or leave it at that. Regardless; he had asked, and she had answered. ‘’I feel like I have to add something… Just so that you know, because I know that you saw it last time. Most of the time, when my pulse gets high, my heart can’t keep up. Then, the oxygen level in my blood drops massively, which is what turns my lips blue. Just so you know,’’ she said with a soft smile. ‘’I hope that I haven’t scared you off completely with that information,’’ she chuckled, giving him a slight nudge with her elbow.

As he seemed to understand what she had meant by ‘the opposite’, she decided not to dwell any more on it. Especially since the noticed that smile on his lips; gentle and somewhat pleased with himself. However, as she mentioned the lamppost, he seemed rather frustrated that she had noticed it. Calmly, she placed a hand on his lower arm; near his wrist. ‘’Don’t you dare apologize when you did nothing wrong,’’ she said in a caring tone. After all, the lamppost had provoked him; or so she would have said, if it wasn’t for her fear of being stigmatized as ‘her with the terrible humor’.
When he replied about his hand, she removed hers from his arm. After all, she still needed to keep up the personal space-thing. She couldn’t just touch someone without their consent. That would be wrong. ‘’I’m glad that it’s not something more serious,’’ she said, nodding towards his hand as he moved his fingers a bit.

She hadn’t scared him off. To that, she exhaled in a relieved sigh; smiling slightly. After all, she had been more than just a bit scared that he might find it too much to handle; too many limitations and boundaries - just like a certain ex-boyfriend had prior to her moving from Oregon. A gentle pat was given on her shoulder, which made her do a sidestep to make sure she wouldn’t be tumbling over. She chuckled at him, wanting to repay the act, but he asked her a favor as she was just about to give him a nudge too. ‘’Sure thing,’’ she agreed; smiling affirmative at him. ‘’I usually just have to lie down for a moment when it happens, don’t worry too much - okay?’’ she asked, as she knew how people had a tendency to worry greatly on her behalf. ‘’Now, Benjamin.. You know something very personal about me now. Anything you wouldn’t mind sharing about yourself? If not, it is totally okay, no pressure! I’m just curious as ever!’’ she admitted, jumping slightly to emphasize how she was a bit childish at that point.

To most people, including those who knew of her terrible humor, she could be considered quite the jokester at times. So, when he mentioned having hit the lamppost, she looked at him with a teasing gleam in her eye; ‘’That lamppost had it coming! You have no clue how many times I’ve been almost hammering my head into it because I was late for work!’’ she said, winking to let him know that she was just messing with him - although there was some truth in the story; she was far too often on the course to meet that lamppost way too confrontational because she was in a hurry.
‘’Calling it ‘my’ porcelain might be a slight error in judgement, dearest Benjamin. I do not own the café nor the porcelain. I think you will find my abilities as a pottery-maker quite subpar,’’ she joked, smiling even more teasingly at him; having a laugh at her own expense.

Lavender knew that when it came to people worrying about her, it was for the better that she told them when she was unwell. She didn’t mind that. She knew that being perceived as weak or vulnerable was an issue, but she didn’t care. Her well being came first. ‘’Of course. I wouldn’t dream of letting you get worried because I’m too stupid to warn you,’’ she said in a calm tone; as if it was the most obvious thing in the world - because, to her, it was!
As he then told her something about himself, that he had a sister, she smiled brightly. ‘’That sounds wonderful! I only have my brothers. They don’t know shit about makeup or boys. Quite a boring conversation to have with them!’’ she chuckled softly, and as he then added that he liked to do sports and be active, she nodded calmly. ‘’I bet you do!’’ she said; not mentioning why she said it like that. She had seen the lower part of his arms, and already by that view alone, she could figure he would be very pleasing to the eye in all matters. Then, he placed a hand on her shoulder to stop her, as they had arrived at the Juice Stop. She looked at him, rather excited. He opened the door; holding it for her to enter, and already then a sweet mixture of melodies greeted them. She stepped inside, and then a step to the side so that he could follow her while still being by her side. ‘’Show the way, good sir!’’ she chuckled, as she looked over at him with a spark in her eye. She adored teasing him ever so slightly, as he most of the time teased her back. She loved that.

He challenged her to prove her terrible lack of skills in pottery? - he sure was a brave one! ‘’Oh, I’m up for it! - but only if you give it a try as well!’’ she chuckled, knowing all too well that her terrible pottery skills could be confirmed by the horrible ashtray she had sitting in a cabinet back at home. It looked more like a cat poop than an ashtray - and the date etched into it confirmed that it was no more than a couple of months old. She needed to remind herself to put it away before she had any visitors for that display of her lacking skills wasn’t anything to write home about.

‘’you know what I mean!’’ she sighed dramatically at him, as he chuckled while asking if her brother knew nothing about boys. ‘’They know nothing of.. you know… how to get a boy’s attention,’’ she said, shrugging. Her brothers were as straight as uncooked pasta. No worries on not getting the genetic material passed on to future generations there. Lavender, however… Well, she could sway a bit if she wanted to. Teasingly, he asked about if he bored her, to which she answered brutally honest; ‘’No, because you are the ‘boy’ my brothers knew nothing off,’’. What she meant by that, he was to figure out for himself. In some way, she had hinted quite a lot to that fact, but as they were still getting to know each other, she wasn’t going to try to figure out anything about where they stood.
‘’What? - oh… I noticed your arms last time, and again when I fixed your hand. You seem to be quite fit,’’ she explained. She considered elaborating, but decided not to. After all, he seemed to get the idea, hopefully.
Suggesting his hand to lead the way, she chuckled at him. ‘’What a gentleman you are, mister,’’ she said in a low voice, before she took his hand. She followed him to the spot where they could see the menu, and quite naturally, she smiled by the thought of a sweet treat. She was, in any way possible, a sucker for sweets. ‘’How about I try the same as you? You seem to be quite the connoisseur,’’ she said, looking at him for a moment, before she realized that she had yet to let go of his hand. She gave it a tiny and gentle squeeze - almost as light as a feather - before she released his hand and moved her eyes to the source of the music for a moment - awaiting his next move.

‘’I shall refrain from making a mug then! Wouldn’t want to risk needing the first aid kit again,’’ she had said, winking at him. Leaving it at that, she had agreed to the terms. Whatever she made, he would be allowed to bring home and keep. Now she needed to figure out what to make… Perhaps a miniature lamppost?

As Benjamin stated that Lavender didn’t need her brothers to tell her anything, she smiled teasingly at him. ‘’Maybe I’m just lucky? Beginner’s luck is quite often at play,’’ she said, winking at him. After all, no matter what they said, it was quite clear that they shared an interest in each other. He had intrigued her as well, playing that tall and handsome knight in shining armor. Then, he seemed to be both teasing her and searching for a confirmation of the notion that she was seeking his attention. ‘’Yeah, really!’’ she said, chuckling. ‘’Is it so hard to believe?’’ she asked, winking at him. ‘’You are sweet, attentive and handsome. Who wouldn’t want your undivided attention?’’ she asked, rhetorically. However, she feared that she was overstepping the line between innocent endeavors and straight up flirting. Should she be more careful? Perhaps…
While deciding on what to order, Lavender had held his hand. Then, as she had released it after giving it a gentle squeeze; looking towards the source of the music, she felt his hand once more seeking hers, only to give it a slightly firmer squeeze and then letting go. Her stomach tickled with butterflies, making her bite her lower lip as she looked down for a moment to gather her stray thoughts - even though it was rather hard when all the thoughts wanted was to demand even more physical interactions.
He went to order for them, and even though she had offered to pay, she never got the chance. However, enchanted by the music, she closed her eyes and swayed a bit. It had been weeks since she had been dancing; she had yet to find a studio in Gaia. She missed it dearly, and cursed herself internally for not having the studio-situation sorted by now. As Benjamin then turned to face Lavender, she opened her eyes and looked at him; slightly dazed. She needed to return from her thoughts, which did cost her a moment or two. ‘’Well, I have two brothers; Jackson and Marius. I’m the middle child, causing all the problems,’’ she admitted in a chuckle. She glanced slightly down at his hand before she looked back up at his face. ‘’What about you? Is it just you and your sister?’’ she asked; sincerely hoping she didn’t overstep.