I CAME HOME.

❛          well,      there’s   this   place   called   tric.          it’s   an   all  -  ages   nightclub,      but   they   have   a   lot   of   really   cool   bands   that   come   to   play.          you   should   come   check   it   out.          ❜          petite   shoulders   rise   and   fall   in   a   feign   of   insouciance.          SHE’S   HOPEFUL.          

❛          say   around   .   .   .   eight   o’  clock   ?            ❜

          ‘          i’ll   forgive   you   since   you’re   NEW.          ’          atmosphere   is   kept   light   with   the   presence   of   a   jested   smile.          coffee   with   a   cute   new   boy  -  toy   ?          this   is  a   routine   she   can   get   used   to.          ‘          hey,      are   you   going   to   be   busy   later ?          ’                   

‘        STRICT   ORDERS  ,   HUH    ?   ‘   arms   fold   against   chest  ,   tender   curiosity   tugs   at   the   corners   of   her    lips   as   she   takes   a   small   step    back   in   protest .    ‘   you    can   tell   my    dad    he    can   come   here   himself   .    sorry    for   wasting   your   time  .    ‘  

‘          KAREN’S   CAFE ?          well,       it’s   primetime   for   donuts   and   coffee.          this   place   is   usually   pretty   busy   in   the   mornings.           plus,      EVERYONE    loves   karen.          ‘

she   flirts   with   temptation.          as   if   she   could   resist   a   handsome   face   and   a   charming   smile.          she   greets   his   hand   with   her   delicate   palm.          ‘          how   do   you   like   your   coffee ?          ‘

it’s  a  pleasant  surprise,      his  willingness.      she  visibly  perks  up,      confidence  flourishing  tenfold  in  the  light  of  her  success.      ❝      i’m  brooke.      ❞

‘          now   you’re   not   being   FAIR.          ‘          these   words   shape   a   grin   of   their   own   volition,      pronounced   a   dulcet   purr,      cadence   bound   to   her   rousing   affections.          coquette   by   default,      but   nonetheless   sweet.          she   baits   him   with   a   feign   of   INNOCENCE   and   reels   him   in,      easy   prey   for   desire’s   hungry   appetite.          weight   shifts   to   the   tips   of   her   toes,      statures   aligned.          greedily,      she   steals   a   taste   from   his   mouth   and   realizes   she’s   never   loved   spearmint   more   than   she   does   then. 

a   gesture  enacted   TOO   QUICKLY   to   sate   even   her   most   chaste   desire   of   him,      but   she   can’t   let   him   win.          still,      she   hums,      a   sweet   sound,      reflective   of   her   heart’s   content.          ‘          mm-mm,      definitely   not   that.          ‘