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Elation was heavenly when it served as a response to Cloverâs attempts at flirtation. It was far better than outright rejection, and wasnât nearly as anxiety-inducing as fervent reciprocation. He couldnât keep up with people who were more versed in the act than himself. âYou didnât tell me it was hot. That changes everything,â he replied, wagging his finger a bit between them. The recovery process wouldnât have taken that long, though. He supposed being a vampire had a few perks. âInstead, you could always invite me to join you for that second cup of coffee. Itâs no hospital recovery love story, but it would probably be a less strange strange story than meeting a cute guy cowering behind a dumpster.â His eyebrows were raised, eyes hopeful. A small smile played on his face.
          Dulcet syllables flowed near inherently off the otherâs tongue, practically contradicting their former state of disarray and full blown disquietude, Elliot offering a mild chuckle at the idea that the temperature of the coffee could drastically change it all for the man. âIâll have to switch to those iced coffee drinks everyone around here is so fond of,â he noted, a subtle wink following in tandem. âBut that is what happened,â he chided, beckoning the other to escape the confines of the alley as if in silent agreement to the idea of coffee, âThough I wonât tell if you wonât. Besides, everybody will love a good coffee cliche â if youâd be happy to join me,â Elliot recognized the near hopeful look in their eyes yet offered the invitation all the same; enthused for such an intriguing distraction fro his work.








