@blue_topaz
She loved the way his lips fit on top of hers, loved the gentleness behind them. She pulled away after a few seconds, not wanting to get up but knowing she probably had to.
She loved the way his lips fit on top of hers, loved the gentleness behind them. She pulled away after a few seconds, not wanting to get up but knowing she probably had to.
"I'm sure Auggie is okay with letting you go home early,"
Fae hesitated. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, I mean, I haven’t actually done any work today..”
"You haven't slept and you're an emotional wreck," he refuted.
Fae have him a wry smile. “I suppose I am. Then.. I guess. I’ll stay extra tomorrow to make up for it.”, she decided, getting shakily to her feet. Her injured arm bumped against the table, and she winced.
He began to lead her out of the store. August spoke as she left, "Call me if you need me, Fae. I hope you feel better soon.."
“Thank you, sir. I’ll stay extra tomorrow if you need.” She slipped her hand into Cruz’s.
"No need," he allowed patiently.
She gave him an exhausted but grateful smile. “Thanks, sir.”
He dipped his head.
Skip? )
(Would you mind if we did the last few minutes if the walk home? It’s fine if not, i don’t really care)
Not at all!)
(Okies!)
Fae gripped Cruz’s hand like a lifeline as they walked, eyes darting back and forth every now and then. “Almost there.”, she told him.
"Alright." He spoke, trying to come off as reassuring as possible.
Something on Cruz’s voice put her more at ease, and she focused on the sound of it, recalling all the beautiful things he’d said to her.
(Should Fae sneak around the back and up to her room or risk going through the bakery?)
Sneaky )
He looked around calmly.
Far resisted the urge to jump every time she caught sight of a balding man with a black beard. Struggling to keep her voice steady, she looked up at Cruz. “Do you write songs often?”
"Nope." He replied. "I write notes often, scratch down ideas. Rarely does it turn into a full song,"
“Do you play a lot then? Or maybe, are you in some sort of band?”
"No band.. just myself." He smiled, "I do have ayoutube account with a song or two.. and yours.."
“Really?” She smiled, somewhat weakly. “That sounds cool, what’s your name so I can find you?”
"Spanglish," he grinned broadly.
She laughed, leaning against him. “Beautiful, Cruz.”
"Hah! Are you excited?" He laughed and laughed.
“‘Course! Your songs must be amazing!” Her tension has eased mostly by now.
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