forum Pretending Hearts (O/O CLOSED)

Started April 05, 2019 by Deleted user

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“So why don’t you be one?” Arvil inquired curiosly. “A writer. I’ve read your work. You can’t find a publisher?”

Daisy shrugged and looked into her glass, swirling the water around her cup. “I haven’t finished anything yet, if I’m being honest. I’m almost done with a story, but I’m stuck, and writers block is killing me right now…”

“Perhaps this arrangement could help,” Arvil shrugged. “Give you a rollercoaster of a ride. Get your writer’s block out of the way.”

“Mm, yeah, maybe,” Daisy hummed with a sarcastic eye roll. “Anyway… Your turn.”

“Is there someone you fancy?” Arvil questioned, finally asking the question running through his mind. “After we solve this whole ordeal, is there someone you’ll pursue?”

Daisy froze at the question. Why? Why did he have to ask that question?

“No. There is no one,” she said, her voice quiet and hardened.

Arvil noticed the change in her behavior, but pretended he didn’t. It wasn’t his business to inquire more than he had.

“Good,” he muttered, taking a sip of his water. “No interferences, then.”

Daisy raised an eyebrow but relaxed when he didn’t ask about it. “None for you then, either?”

“No,” Arvil replied just as the waiter returned with their food. He offered him a polite smile and a ‘thank you’ before turning his attention towards Daisy. “I’m afraid romances aren’t my thing.”

Daisy raised her eyebrows at this information. “Aren’t you supposed to be some heartthrob or something?”

“Unfortunately, I can’t just share this work of art with just one person,” Arvil shrugged, giving a lazy smirk. “Plus, I don’t find time to spend time with a girlfriend.”

Daisy scoffed and rolled her eyes. “You’re disgusting. Do you not have lunch breaks? You eat supper, don’t you? You could easily spend that time with a girlfriend.”

“Actually, I can only eat once a day,” Arvil shrugged, not taking her comments to heart. “So no, sweetheart, I don’t get breaks.”

“Why can you only eat once a day? You shouldn’t do that. It’s gorrible for your body,” Daisy said before stopping herself. What was she even doing?

“Are you worried about me?” Arvil teased, tilting his head to the side. “That’s quite unexpected.”

Daisy huffed and rolled her eyes. “No, I just hate it when people don’t take care of themselves. Anyway, what’s your favorite food, since we’re on the topic?”

“I usually get too preoccupied with work that I tend to forget I need to eat,” Arvil shrugged. “To be honest, I don’t have a preference for food, either. Though the texture and smell affect my appetite.”

“Hm. I don’t necessarily have a favorite, but I pretty much like anything with chocolate,” Daisy replied.

“You did strike me as a woman with a sweet tooth,” Arvil smiled at her mysteriously.

Daisy narrowed her eyes slightly. “And what does that mean?”

“Absolutely nothing,” Arvil responded, his phone buzzing in his pocket again. He sighed before taking it out, furrowing his eyebrows. “And now I need to go. It was a pleasure having breakfast with you, love. I’ll see you some other time.”

“You didn’t finish your food. Take it with you and have it for lunch,” Daisy commanded, her voice holding no room for argument.

Arvil blinked at her first before tilting his head to the side. “Acting like a fiancée so soon, love?” He teased. “All right. For you, I’ll have it packed.”

“I mean, we’ve been engaged for seven months. I should think I’m acting like a fiancée,” Daisy said with a shrug, her lips twitching into a tiny smile.

Arvil merely smiled at her as the waiter came by with their bill and took their food to have it packaged. He took out his card and set it in the bill book, giving Daisy no time to refute.

“So, fiancée, when should I drop by tomorrow?”