KEEPING HER EYES fixed on the guy as he cleaned his glasses â thoroughly, so it seemed â jubileena couldnât help but smile. he was adorable in⌠a bit of a goofy way. â hmmâŚÂ â, she hummed as she leaned back, taking her gaze off of ben to stare out in front of her. â i am wonderingâŚÂ â, the brunette thought out loud as she ran her fingers through her locks, â if you donât like to be b e h i n d the steering wheel, how would you like to be⌠you know, one of those people at the pit stop ? who look after the technical, mechanical stuff ? â, leena opted, a smile on her face as she proudly stuck her chin into the air. it was a pretty good idea, right ? imagine the teamwork they could get done during a karting competition or something â she could do the racing and he could do the technical stuff. when he put his glasses back on and scrunched his nose, jubileena wrinkled her nose and nudged him playfully. â benjamin ! you are just a d o r a b l e. â, she said sweetly, a chuckle falling from her lips. nodding convincingly when he asked her about the horseback riding â as if it was so surprising she like doing that ? couldnât he see her sitting on a horse ? she was quite good at it too. better than karting, even â jubileena turned a bit so she could fully face him again and with a serious expression she replied: â yes. horse back riding. and if that is a fact, then i feel like i need to change it too. like, soon. ish. soon-ish. â, the brunette prompted, lifting a brow in a suggestive manner. â i have a couple horses at home â how about i introduce you to them ? theyâre sweet as can be, i promise ! â, she offered, a hopeful and enthusiastic expression on her features. â and while weâre add it, i would love to hear those three differences, then. â, the girl added, winking at him as yet another chuckle fell from her red lips. hearing him talk about his friends was lovely â not exactly what she had in mind when asking what he liked, but sweet nevertheless. â i donât think iâve met jim ? though i mightâve run into⌠morph ? before ? at the harbour ? â, jubileena asked, questioning herself out loud. from the description heâd just given, it couldnât be anyone else but her. laughing softly, leena nodded. â i mean, yeah⌠i figured as much. but thatâs fine ! thereâs nothing wrong with rambling. i like talkative people over silent ones anyways â itâs always so awkward trying to hold a conversation with someone who barely talks back. no offense to them, of course ! â, she quickly corrected herself, eyebrows arching up as she shook her head. â iâm sure theyâre great but⌠yeah⌠i like people who talk a lot ! so do i ! â.
her smile immediately began to mirror on benjaminâs lips, stretching them into a wide upbeat grin. for all he knew, it could be a simple suggestion; an attempt to get him, someone, anyone more intrigued with a topic she felt passionate about â not the offer to work alongside her â but it was filled with the warmth of kindness nonetheless and honestly? he kind of liked to believe it was the latter â or maybe it was jimâs voice echoing in the holes inside his head that everything uncalculated-ly good did not have to mean something bad, that sometimes beautiful people were probably just nice instead of cyborgs. not that he had believed her to be one... yet. â i would like that, of course !! what a question. i just... donât know how much others would like that..? i have to be honest, i have a bit of a reputation of forgetting things. i mean, i wouldnât forget anything in that situation, obviously â i donât forget anything as important as that â but the other racers donât know that. i wouldnât want to terrify anyone, i would least of all want to terrify you because you feel like you canât trust me, does that make sense? â because she could trust him, everyone could trust him to know what he was doing or at least be genuine about the fact that he utterly and entirely didnât. he breathed out a laugh, head coming to a soft shake, because if he wouldâve had all the time in the world to calculate the amount of possible ways this conversation could turn into, being invited to meet leenaâs horses wouldâve been one of the scarcer ones â and yet, here he was. maybe maths and science wasnât always the smartest of solutions. â i can imagine they are the sweetest and probably tall. like, on average around five or six feet tall. â which, admittedly didnât sound like a lot, but it was an impressive height to fall down nonetheless. â i will raise the stakesâ â or lower them to the safe and sound ground, however you wanted to phrase it. â âif you promise me i donât have to sit on them, iâll show you what my favourite things are. technically, you know them already. i donât think anyone can walk through life with entirely missing their existence, but i am convinced a lot of people miss their meaning..? iâm talking about the stars, by the way. i have a telescope and probably know a lot more about those than my three bunny versus horse differences â â probably â? definitely !! â that, at least, he could say with genuine confidence. â when exactly is soon-ish? i am quite flexible when it comes to time, but just out of curiosity. timeâs a confusing construct. â he chuckled, his smile impossibly brightening at what could probably be considered her rambling right back at him. â i understand exactly what you mean. itâs quite difficult to talk to stranger who, well, donât talk back. not that that has ever stopped me. â