#gidoverius

18. Your muse has announced that they do not know what twerking is, as your muse’s bestfriend, my muse has taken it upon themselves to be an educational figure on the matter…

"Wait? Are you serious?" Nicholas sat straight from his previous position, which was slouching on the couch. "You've never heard of twerking?" He gave his friend and incredulous look. 

"What rock have you been living under? Everyone knows about it or had heard of it." He shook his head, letting out a laugh. Motioning for Gido to sit next to him, he took out his phone and typed out something on it, searching for the perfect video to show his friend. 

The city was crowded and noisy, as always. Cailin did not like to deliver bouquets during rush hours. People jostled and pushed her, they could break flowers. What’s more, the day was cold and windy.

Last order and I will be able to go back to the shop, she thought. The last three bouquets lay behind her on the seat of her Hawkzile, firmly attached and secured. Cailin was glancing at them from time to time, making sure they're still there .

Half an hour later she was free. She stood next to her hawkzile and looked around. “How about a short ride?” she asked . Hawkzile murmured with discontent . “I thought so” Cailin sighed. “Down the street I saw a café. We'll stop there for a while and buy some cookies. After all I will not come back empty-handed. And I want a cup of hot tea.” Hawkzile growled with displeasure. “I’ll buy a sweet roll for you” Cailin smiled.

After a moment she stood before the entrance to the cafe. Through the glass she could see a few tables, several people drinking coffee and eating cakes, a counter, a lot of platters full of cakes, cookies, muffins, sweet sticks. There were even a big, red lollipops in various shapes.

Above the door there was a large, ornate inscription “Sw-eat Love ". Cailin thought it was quite clever. On the shop-window, with the red and white letters was written: pastries, hot drinks , alcoholic beverages, warming drinks, snacks, plenty of choice. We accept orders.

Cailin entered, bell over the door announced her arrival. She didn’t want to attract anyone’s attention, she walked over to the counter with the corner of her eye watching people around. She stopped in a line, looked at the offer and took off old, black gloves. The choice really was big.

Two people were standing before her, but she could only see the back of the person right in front of her. A really tall man was waiting for his turn.

Cailin was twisting her fingers. It’s a social situation, she thought. I just want to buy cookies and go, nothing more. Please, faster. But suddenly she felt something was wrong. The voice in her head said: “look up”, but instead she looked down at her feet. “Stupid, stupid girl” said voice.

Now came the turn of the tall man. Cailin heard his voice and shivered. Can’t be! she thought. She felt tears welling up. No, no no no. And that’s what happens after eating scrambled eggs mixed with edible flowers for a breakfast. I lost my mind, I see dead people.

The man paid for his order and turned back. Now was Cailin's turn. But she couldn’t move, she looked up and froze. She saw a handsome face of an old friend. He was looking at her with surprise in bright eyes, holding a big package of sweets. There was no doubt, she knew him very well. But it looked like he didn’t remember her. It can’t be him, she thought, but touched his chest, just for sure. He was real.

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3. My muse for two nights

Howl tried to return a smile, though a little confused. Kissable? 

Howl was stunned, a man he had never seen before..kissed him.