Delia Lane

Delia: I think we need to have a talk.

Delia: Will you meet me for dinner?

Delia: or just come to my house for some tea.

Ron chuckled softly at her comment, shaking his head. “I guess I deserve that.” He admitted, before allowing himself to look at her. “Wow, you look amazing.” He smiled, leaning in and pressing a small kiss to her cheek. “So, I do have something to admit…I don’t have a car, but I do have a ride for us.” 

“Are you still seeing him?” She wondered, realising she’d forgotten to even check in with her mum’s personal life lately.

Emily nodded eagerly. “Yeah, that sounds awesome. We should totally do it.”

She laughed. “That takes me back to being a kid swimming in the sea on holidays, I’d always pretend to be one.” She lifted the camera and took a few pictures of one of the tanks. “It’s so pretty.”

Ron was hoping that it was a good sign that she wanted to do it tonight. “What time is good for you?”

Ron couldn’t help but smile when she said yes. “When are you free?”

“You’re very flatterable,” he said before pausing, brow briefly furrowing. “Alright, that might not have technically been a word but still. There is something about a classic whodunnit. Bonus points if there’s a set up and they wind up pinning it on the wrong person so you have to wait for the sequel to find out who really did it.” Better kept in fiction than real life though. He almost laughed thinking about how his sister’s life, her job, was just one massive whodunnit. “Right enough. I’d offer to help out but I was never good at doing my own homework, nevermind anyone else’s,” he joked. “If you have a coffee break planned though…” 

Ron looked over at her, giving her a small smile.  “I don’t know how you deal with high school students all day long.” He admitted, shaking his head. “But you gave all us high school boys something nice to look at in the middle of our day, so I am thankful for that.”

Delia smiled softly and shook her head. “That is definitely something that I will be thinking about constantly when I pick my wardrobe from now on. No dresses, or V-Neck tops... got it...” She sucked in her bottom lip, chewing a bit on it. She couldn’t deny that it was nice to be admired, but part of her was feeling like this was inappropriate, even though now it wasn’t. He was an adult now.

“What? No way. You’re what, twenty one? Twenty five? Unless we’re living in an episode of Riverdale and you’re a vampire, I’m not buying these outrageous ‘ancient’ claims.” Anthony shot her a grin, half serious and half flirting with a side of not actually knowing what Riverdale was. “Death Comes To Pemberley. Right. You might need to text me that one for a reminder but I can get on board with murder mystery. That’s a professional opinion there, I can’t believe I’m getting all this free knowledge. You should be on the clock.”

“That’s true. You weren’t as bad as some of the teachers.” Ron admitted, and she had been very understanding about why he didn’t always exactly make his deadlines. He noticed her licking her lip, smirking slightly when she called him Mr. Hall. “I bet you could.” 

“As long as you at least put in an effort...” She smiled softly and shrugged. She extended a lot of deadlines for a lot of people. Just because they were kids didn’t mean they didn’t have stress. In fact, they probably had more than some adults. She shook her head slightly and smiled. “I will consider it.”