* ♡ ━ 𝘓. 𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘺

alyson feels irritation tangle with anxiety as the other woman fails to give her any answers, anger rising inside her and heating the blood in her veins to a painful boil, burning like lava as it pumps through her at an accelerated rate from the increased pace of her heart beat. ( how could she not know anything? how could the campus give them so few answers? )

she shakes her head as letha continues. "you don't know that," she says forcefully, her voice a cross between a growl and a hushed yell as her emotions continue to escalate.

she takes in a few deep, huffing breaths in response to the question, trying her best to reel in the rage she feels. "yes," she says, and this time it is an animal growl before she manages to calm herself down properly and continues. "let's do that. please."

with a smile, forced though it may have been, letha shook her head in agreement. even if the other was heading in the direction of being a royal bitch, that didn't make the idea any less of a good one. more information was, after all, never a bad thing.

And more than that, he likes it here. The music isn't too loud, it's warm, it didn't take too long to get here. The perfect combination of elements that could have him huddled at a table in the corner for hours.

Letha has, however, outsmarted him in regards to paying. this was fine - he'd accept this defeat with humility - and, given that he was enjoying her company so far, would make sure to return the favour the next time they ran into each other (even if it ended up being engineered in his part so that he could repay this perceived debt).

"All right, then, thank you."

And then she launches into the list of chocolate-touched pastries they have, and Flynn thinks that he might ask her to marry him. Or the owner of the cafe. Someone involved in this pastry situation was getting proposed to.

❝ hm, good question. i'm a fruity girl, so i'd say my usual is just a good'ol fruit tart, but i try to pick the one that looks like it has the mot glaze on it. i don't even think it tastes that much different, to be honest, but there's something about the shine and the glassy feeling of the fruit that enhances the whole experience. ❞ culinary queen, letha godfrey -- apparently.

the ordering process was, as most ordering processes are, quick and easy and before long two plates of somewhat healthier sugar-bombs were placed before them ; just to be safe, letha slid the provided fork towards flynn making sure it kept contact with the table, thus ensuring it made noise as well.

knowing full well that her own celebrity doppelgänger had been just as outlandish, letha wasn't sure whether she should have been happy that he was willing to continue the game, or annoyed that she was being coddled -- as though being told she was less attractive than an actual princess would break her poor, weak heart ; though given the tone that was being used, in the end she decided that he knew it was bullshit just as much as she did, thus making it impossible to be truly bothered. ❝ you know, i've actually been there -- and not to be a bubble burster but it isn't all it's cracked up to be. ❞ it was actually MORE than it wad cracked up to be, but she would keep that to herself.

dark brows shoot up into her hairline in response to the extended flier before they furrow together in confusion and concern. she takes the paper from her, reading the three lines of text over and over again. she looks up at letha with something like panic in her eyes though she does her best to water it down to worry. "who—? do you know who they found?" she asks, her heart rate picking up.

( she doesn't remember last night, but she wouldn't hurt anyone, right? ) "i mean... where did they even find them? this doesn't tell me, like, anything, like... i can't determine how much to stress out until i know all that stuff, you know?"

❝ i'm sure it's fine, they just have to let us know that being careful is a good idea, that way if we make a stupid decision our families can't sue. ❞ and while the statement may have been made in an attempt to make alyson feel better, it was also, sadly, the truth. the campus was an entity, not a person, and entities had to make sure their bases were covered when it came to potential lawsuits ; even if it meant freaking the student body out every now and then.