#ellymunro

“You’ve been quiet all morning,” Elias said as the two of them were working on the new Disney and Marvel displays for the store. “I mean--I know we’re usually quiet. Comfortably quiet, I love that about us.” He gave her a small smile before he was bitting his bottom lip. “You can talk to me, if you want.” 

Ian: Hey Monkey.

Ian: Lock the door if you're home ok?

Connor was standing on the sidelines as he watched and laughed at the sight of Jay dancing with some friends, sipping from his fruity drink. He was bobbing his head to the music when he saw Elly from the corner of his eye. “Elly!” he greeted happily, going over to her to give her a hug. “I didn’t think I’d see you here,” he said when he realized the color that she was wearing. Red. “Is that...?” He raised his eyebrows at her before connecting the dots. “Oh my god, what?! Elly!” He playfully punched her shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell me?!” 

“Oh come on. The water’s not that cold.” Max called out as she walked closer to the water. “You gotta come in. I refuse to be the only one.”

Eleanor pushed open the door to the comic book store. She mused at the way the sunlight hit all the rows filled with adventure and new wonder. Her fingers trailed the spines of old worlds waiting to be found again. The woman picked up a copy of Spider-Man and flipped through the pages, she loved the feeling. Setting it aside she went to find the familiar face from the hospital. Ellie tapped the other woman’s shoulder, “I’m taking you up on your offer. If you manage to find me this copy, I’ll treat you for lunch. Any place of your choosing.”

So, here they were, back on their bullshit. The half-hour Uber ride home required yet another game of Never Have I Ever, and the two were managing to laugh together. Finn wasn’t expecting the day to end like this, with smiles and a good memory. He woke up almost sure Elly would find a reason to hate him or he would give her another valid reason. He knew he wasn’t the best with words. As the car pulled up to Elly’s, Finn pursed his lips unsure of how this should end. He’d only been on a handful of dates in his life, and he wasn’t sure if this one even counted. In all the movies someone walks someone else to the door and they kiss and the sprinklers go off or something else ridiculous. Elly didn’t give off the impression that she was interested in a RomCom. Instead, panicking, Finn quickly leaned in, stared at her, then kissed her cheek. He pulled away, praying she wouldn’t slap him, and breathed out. “G—Goodnight Hollywood,” he stuttered.