@blue_topaz
(Wait do they both have the day off?)
(Wait do they both have the day off?)
Yeah )
(K thx)
Fae wandered by the pottery shop where she worked, breathing in the fresh air. She waved to Cruz inside of the window and kept going, headed to Macha’s place. Every time she thought about Cruz, her heart beat wildly to the rythym of yes, but at the same time, her stomach clenched in fear. Fae hated it. Is being with Cruz too much to ask?!, she thought, frustrated and confused.
Macha was sitting cross legged on her bed, texting a message to the number she’d snuck from Fae: Cruz's.
Hey, this is Macha. I stole your number from Fae, I can delete it after this, I just wanted to say: We’re throwing Fae a surprise Sweet Sixteen party at her studio (insert address), wanna come?
(We can just skip it and pretend it happened, I don’t really care either way :P)
"One sec," Cruz spoke to August, retrieving his phone to answer Macha with a simple yeah.
( aye, im okay with eiter way too lol )
Great., Macha texted, giving him the time and place.
Fae rung the doorbell to Macha’s apartment.
cya then Cruz replied.
Two minutes later, Macha and Fae we’re happily chatting, Macha painting Fae’s nails and giving her dating advice she’d mentally collected from the many romance books she’d read. “What’re you going to wear?”, she asked, shooting Fae a teasing look .”And don’t wear too much makeup, ghat’s a no-no for a first date.? Are you going to kiss him?” Fae groaned. “Macha, you know I don’t wear makeup, save for some lipgloss. And— um, I might. Kiss him, I mean.” Macha grinned. “Might, or will?”, she raised an eyebrow, capping the bottle of nail polish.
(Do you just wanna skip forward, or..?)
Yes please :) )
(Is one person going to pick up the other, or should they just meet there?)
Meet there )
Fae tugged nervously at the hem of her butterfly-sleeved blouse, glad for the extra height her three-inch heels have her. “Reservation under ‘Cruz?’”, she asked the lady at the restraint, nerves wreaking havoc in her concentration.
This is her hairstyle: http://www.cutegirlshairstyles.com/hairstyles/holiday/july-4th-hairstyles/double-braid-tieback-diy/ )
"Cruz," she repeated, scanning her list. She replied with a spew of incoherent Spanish, pointing to where her chocolate-eyed love interest was seated in a booth, chewing on a toothpick.
Fae thanked the woman, and walked shakily towards Cruz, heart pounding in her chest. “Hey, Cruz.”, she greeted.
(By the way, I forgot to mention that Fae washed all the dye out of her hair, so now it’s a dark hazel colour.
He turned his head, blinking his eyes at her. "Wow, ah, take a seat," he breathed, taking the toothpick from his teeth. "You look… great, Fae," he complimented.
The only coherent thought that Fae’s mind could process was Cruz Cruz Cruz Cruz Cruz. “Thanks, Cruz.”, she replied unsteadily, keeping her eyes on his. “You too.” And he did.
(What’s Cruz wearing?)
He was wearing a normal jacket over a greyish shirt, much less dressed up than she was. "Oh, well.. thanks,"
Despite Cruz’s casual attire, he was breathtakingly handsome. Fae slid into the booth across from him. “Nice choice.”, she breathed, taking it all in as the yellow light from the lamps and the flickering candles was reflected in the dark windows, the night outside overflowing with stars.
"I know," he answered with a crooked smile of confidence. He leaned forward a little, more than his extreme, aloof recline. "The pink stuff in your hair is gone," he commented curiously, squinting his bear-black eyes just a bit.
Fae blushed, his signature crooked smile setting her heart aflame. “Yeah, I um, wanted a change, so I washed it all out. This is my natural hair colour. Is— is it better pink?”, she asked hesitantly, wondering if she should’ve kept it.
"No, I like that color." He decided, "My sister had hair exactly that color."
Fae bit her lip anxiously, smiling. “What’s her name?”, she asked, picking up a menu.
"It was Amabelle," he replied, mirroring her movement and taking a menu as well. Everything was in Spanish.
Was. “I’m sorry Cruz.”, Fae said softly., trying to make sense of the menu.
He bit his lip for a brief second, dismissing it, "Ot's alright," he inhaled, changing the subject, "Do you need help reading that?" He laughed a little.
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