@PrettyLittlePyro
Tempest took it with a blush, and led him to her car.
Tempest took it with a blush, and led him to her car.
(Hey sorry, I'm heading to bed)
(Bye!)
(Bye!)
(Did this die?)
(Oh, sorry. I forgot about it…)
Lance bit his lip as he eyed the car. "Um, fair warning: I have no clue how to work those things…" he mumbled.
(You're fine. I kinda did too…)
Tempest laughed. "Well, it's a good thing that I do." She climbed in.
He slid into the passenger seat, still wary. He found himself envying his brothers' ability to easily adapt to change. Especially when it came to technology.
Tempest noticed that he was uncomfortable and lay her hand on his shoulder for a moment. "We can walk if you want."
He looked over at her. "Well, I've had how many years to get used to modern technology. I suppose I should get my head out of the ancient ways as soon as possible."
With a laugh, Tempest removed her hand and started the car. She drove to a small cafe a few miles away and stopped, getting out.
He followed her mutely, looking around his surroundings. "I don't believe I've been here."
Tempest shrugged. "Not many people have." She went inside. The inside was peaceful, and modestly decorated. She slid into a booth.
He slid into the opposite booth so that he was facing her. He looked away shyly. Now that he was alone with her, he wasn't so sure what to do.
"So…" Tempest said awkwardly. "What's… why were you in the park that day I met you?"
"Oh, we wonder all over the place. The park was a good place to just take a small break." He tried for a small smile. "Seems like we got more than we bargained for."
Tempest smiled back slightly. "I guess so."
He sighed and leaned back, running his fingers through his hair. "I like you, Tempest. I really do. But… I'm not really good at… this. I'm sorry."
Tempest blushed. "You're fine…"
"If you say so, " he mumbled. "So, what's your recommendation?" He asked as he gestured to the cafe. "Any specific thing you think I should have?"
Tempest thought for a minute. "Well, their food is really good…"
He cracked a smile. "So just food in general? No favorites?"
Tempest laughed. "I guess I was distracted. I love the scones. They remind me of the kind my mother used to make."
He nodded. "Then I guess I'll have to try the scones."
"Okay, then." She went to go order the food.
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