After a few minutes, Lucian walked back over to the table with their food. He set down her soup in front of her on the table before sitting down and setting his food down as well. “Feeling any better?” He asked, thinking that he may have already mentally diagnosed her.
Morrigan was already fishing around in her handbag for her wallet to pay him back, shaking her hair over her face to hide her clenched jaw and determined expression. "Hm? Yeah, thanks. The heat got to me, I think. How much was the soup?"
Lucian gave a slow nod in response. He thought now that she was lying, but he wouldn’t pressure her. He knew well not to do that. He raised a hand to stop her. “No need to pay me back. It was only soup, I was more than happy to pay,” he hummed.
Morrigan's eyes widened slightly, her hand pausing halfway out of the bag. She lifted it up, holding up a wad of bills. "No, I insist. Thank you for the soup."
“Morrigan really,” Lucian said with a slight chuckle. “It was only a couple dollars, no big deal. You don’t need to pay me back, honestly,” he added.
Hesitantly, Morrigan returned the money to her purse. “If you’re sure..”
(Once they get to know eachother better, her sarcastic side will show)
(Thats good)
Lucian gave a nod of his head. “I am completely sure,” he hummed and gave her a friendly smile. He shifted where he sat, and began to eat his own food.
Morrigan unpackaged her spoon from its plastic wrapping, dipping it into her warm broth and taking a small sip. It was surprisingly good, her experience with the food at the university had been… limited, to say the least.
Lucian took out his fork and stuck it into his salad before bringing it to his mouth to eat. After chewing and swallowing he spoke up. “This actually isn’t terrible,” he chuckled.
Morrigan forced a genuine-looking smile, taking another tiny sip from her spoon. “Yeah, it’s actually pretty good.”
“M’hm,” Lucian hummed in agreement with a smile on his lips. He continued to eat, fingers tapping on the table lightly as he did so.
After a pause, Morrigan scrambled to find a topic of conversation. "What kind of doctor would you want to be? It must have slipped my mind."
“Oh, I didn’t tell you that. I am hoping to be a neurologist. But I don’t know, I could go into other professions in the medical field, I suppose,” Lucian said.
"That sounds interesting," she commented, surprised at how easily her words came out. "And very difficult. I don't think I could do it."
Lucian smiled softly at that. “I’m sure that you could handle that. You seem like a smart girl,” he hummed. “It’s mainly a lot of anatomy and biology work.”
Smart girl. Morrigan barely kept from shuddering. “Thanks, Lucian, but I’m not sure that’s true…” She smiled slightly. “Biology sounds cool.”
Lucian gave a shrug. “Come on, I’m sure it is. Don’t doubt yourself,” he said before speaking again. “And yeah, it’s pretty interesting.”
Morrigan nodded, finishing off her soup. She then stared down at her empty bowl, realizing how much she'd eaten without noticing, and immediately felt sick. "It- It sounds cool."
Lucian gave Morrigan a friendly smile. He could notice the shift in her tone and demeanor, though. He first assumed that she might be feeling sick. “Are you alright?” He asked.
“Just a bit of a headache,” she told him evenly. “I had a lot of studying to do last night.”
Lucian gave a slow nod of his head, his eyes glancing across her features. “M’hm, okay, I understand. If you need any, I have some Tylenol on me.”
“Thanks,” she told him, and though strangely touched by the gesture, she had no intention of accepting.
“You’re welcome,” Lucian responded. He reached up to run his fingers through his dark, thick hair before leaning back in his chair.
Checking the time, Morrigan tangled her fingers in the hair at the base of her neck, a subconscious, almost anxious gesture. “I should get going sooner than later, when’s your next class?”
Lucian glanced back at Morrigan at the sound of her voice. “It’s not for about 2 hours, so I have some time. What about you?” He asked.