#wateredxdown

    Clemintine smirked over at him, impressed that she had that effect on him; noticing how awkward he seemed to still be. She thought for a second before smiling, “What’s your most secret turn on?”

“Will you bear my children?” She asked, breathlessly, then proceeded to instantly slap both hands over her mouth.

"Jay smah buddy. He tells me bout thing sand then I'm snot as confuseded. But he says weird thingssome tims and I jusdon't understand all the things. He doesn't know I'm not people. I should tell hims not people.."

How she had stumbled across the page was unknown, but seeing her name had prompted her to read it only to end up making faces. "Why would that happen? I don't..I don't understand. What is this?"

Stuffing the bundle of cash into her jacket pocket, she stared at him for a moment before her eyebrows raised. "Can I help you...or are you just going to stare at me?"

   The hiss of a coffee machine working as well as the sounds of talk and sipping were the symphony of Elsa's mornings. Every day before her afternoon classes she would head to the little coffee shop and work. She was a traditionalist in some ways, the most evident of which was the delicate notepad and pretty pen that she scribbled away with while she flicked through her text book and frowned. In the hustle and bustle, someone had backed into the table her coffee had been perched atop and the hot drink splattered over her skirt and notes. Though there was no scream, there was a gasp as the hot liquid hit cool flesh and she looked up in surprise. Not angry, of course, because accidents happened, but concerned and slightly nervous. People were always such a struggle.