(It’s all good!)
Amber’s lips pursed at that before they curled into a grin. “You’re pretty stunning as well,” she hummed as she watched Xira get up, her eyes noticeably flicking up and down her form. After Xira was gone, she got up, heading into the kitchen to put the mug into the dishwasher before walking towards the stairs.
Xira closed the door behind her. When she knew she was clear her hands went to her face, it was completely red. Stunning? Stunning! There's no way. "Waiting for the water to warm up she got undressed, still thinking about what Amber said. "Ah, forget about it." The water was extremely hot so she turned on the cold. It was almost impossible for her to shower in cold water, warm water was the best.
Amber walked up the stairs and to her bedroom, going to her closet. She walked into what seemed to be a decent sized walk in closet, and began to look around. She wondered what Xira would like to wear, and what would look good on her. Xira was pale and had white hair, like herself, so light colors would probably look best. After a few minutes of searching, she picked out a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. She got dressed as well, taking her hair down and fixing it, and putting on her usual make up items.
"I'm done!" Xira shouted from the bathroom. She waited for Amber to bring her down some clothes. It was going to be interesting to see what she picked out for her. Xira brushed her hair as she waited, though it didn't need it. Her hair was naturally straight, and never let her do anything with it. It was annoying.
Amber heard Xira yell, and she looked at herself in a mirror, thinking that she appeared to look much better now. She took the clothes downstairs, and to the bathroom door. “Got a towel on or something so I can open the door?” She asked. Not that she wouldn’t mind seeing Xira exposed, she doubted that the other would be comfortable with that.
The door opened and Xira had a towel on with her and stretched out for the clothes. "Yes I do." Her wet hair dripping and sticking to her face. "Sorry, I'll dry my hair when I get dressed." She wanted to know what she brought her, and if it will possibly make her child like body look not so, well childish.
“Don’t worry about the water,” Amber hummed. She not so subtly glanced Xira up and down before speaking again. “Here are the clothes. If you don’t like them or they don’t fit good, I have a whole closet of other things you can try on. Don’t be afraid to be picky,” she said with a slight laugh before holding out the clothes.
Xira took the clothes and thanked Amber before closing the door. They looked like they would fit. She put on the pants first then the shirt. The pants were snug and fit perfectly, the shirt was a bit big but she didn't mind. Quickly drying her hair she went left the bathroom. "Dressed." She announced, walking into the living room. "Does it look weird?"
Amber leaned back against a wall in the hallway. She hummed as she waited, looking up and at Xira once the bathroom door opened. She looked Xira up and down again, clicking her tongue as she did so. “You look great,” she said.
"Thank goodness." She looked down at the clothes she was wearing. Xira though for sure she wasn't going to be able to pull them off. "What do we do now?" Taking a walk sounded nice, but that would be to dangerous, for her and Amber. And Xira was not going to let anything happen to Amber, she would feel bad if it was her fault.
“Well, if you’re hungry, we could always go grab something to eat. Brunch, if you want to call it that,” Amber suggested. She laughed softly, again, at her own little joke or whatever you want to call it. “We can drive to this nearby cafe, god they have the best food there.”
"Why not." Xira shrugged. She was just hoping no one would find her while they are out. Grabbing her shoes, she for the door. Excitement filled her, she wanted to go out so bad. With Amber there with her she wouldn't feel as alone or scared.
Amber walked to the front door, putting on a pair of nice wedges. She grabbed her phone, wallet, and car keys before walk out the front door. She walked with Xira along a small path, reaching a garage that she opened. There were two nice looking cars in the garage, which looked like the same model, but one was black and the other was red. She seemed to opt for the red one, walking over to it.
"These are very nice." Is Amber rich? Xira followed behind and got in the car. It smelled nice and it was very clean, just like her house. "You have a lot of nice things." She hoped that didn't sound rude. It was meant in a nice way of course, sometimes Xira can sound a bit sarcastic though.
Amber started the car, looking over at Xira before grabbing a pair of sunglasses that were set aside. “Thanks,” she started. “My parents both work amazing jobs, and my moms new husband is some CEO or something, so he tends to give me things to buy my love and respect or whatever,” she explained, her hands moving as she spoke. She put her seatbelt on and started the car. “Anyways, that shit isn’t important really. How’s your knee today?”
"Oh, it's much better. Thank you." Honestly Xira forgot about her knee until Amber mentioned it. "I don't think anyone should ever try and buy anyone's love." Someone buying someone else's love sounded pathetic in her opinion. Trying your best to earn it sounded a lot better, or maybe Xira was just old fashioned. "Anyway I can't wait to get some food."
“Yeah, well, he thought that was the best way to make me like him since joust ‘talking it out’ wasn’t working. I don’t think I was nice to him for a least a year when he started dating my mom,” Amber hummed. She reached down to switch on the radio before pulling out of the garage and onto the street. “Oh god, me too. Trust me, you’ll love this place.”
"What do they have there?" Xira wanted to know so she cab think about what she wants before hand. She watched as the scenery passed by them. It was a pretty place, she wished there were more forests and stuff. Wildlife was her favorite thing, she never really a city person.
“They have a lot of good coffees, pastries, sandwich and salad stuff.. There’s a lot of things, we can look at the menu when we get there,” Amber said. She reached over and turned the radio up a bit more so she could hear a song, and she hummed along to it.
(I'm extremely sick today, so um not sure how well my writing will be.)
Xira was probably going to get a salad. They are healthy and filling, plus they are just good. "I can't wait to see this place." She wondered if it was big or small. It would most likely smell of coffee. "Thank you for taking me out." Xira would just have to be on alert to make sure nothing happens.
(That’s okay, feel better!)
“Yeah, of course. I wouldn’t be much of a host if I didn’t feed you,” Amber said, laughing after she spoke. After a few more minutes of driving, she pulled in front of a smaller, rustic building, and parked on the curb. “Here it is,” she said with a grin, taking off the sunglasses, turning off the car, and getting out.
"I like it… it gives off that old coffee shop vibe." Xira always liked old thing, they just interested her. Following behind Amber she walked into the building, they had older looking lights and nice wood floors. She liked it a lot. "I take it you come here often." She laughed, sticking close to Amber and eyeing everyone in the room.
“Yeah, I know right. This place has been around for a while, so most of the stuff is original,” Amber explained as she stepped into the line. “And I do come here pretty often. They have great things here,” she added.
"Do the people know you?" She's heard about how people go to a curtain place so much that the workers know them. Xira was a bit nervous by how many people were in here, and debated whether she wanted to grab on to Amber's arm to calm her, or just suffer through it? She chose the second one, it might be too weird if she depended on Amber to much. "So, I'll probably just get a salad."
“I’m not sure about the workers, but the manager does,” Amber said. “A while ago, the place was going to go out of buisness, so I complained to my stepdad, and he gave the owner some big investment.” She nodded her head a bit and looked up at the board that listed the various items. “A salad does sound really good, I might get that too. Probably a smoothie too, they have the best smoothies here.”