“ill let you decide that one.” she retorted, again shivering at talia’s hand in hers. god it felt so ( good ), so warm. as if they’re hands were meant to mold into one another’s.
she allows Talia to lead her forward, brushing her thumb along the back of her palm as she did so. +
“you’re quite the charmer,” she teased, as if she weren’t being absolutely wooed by said charm.
in fact, Talia had never been so giddy and nervous to be in someone’s presence before.
“or a simp. I can’t tell.” she smirked a little at her joke.
lips parted to protest +
she stutters a little at the question about her family, unable to fight the growing smile.
“my mom is sort of my rock. my dad is amazing too but, he can be a little much at times. but they both mean well. I like to think I’m lucky.” she then looks back
+
she shivered lightly at her touch, trying to keep her face free of too much emotion at once.
she was still so new to her witch attributes, but the way her magic pulled and swirled when Talia was around. .
she tried to ignore it, giving the other a shy look.
+
“unlike that other girl, I’m not an idiot,” she replies, eyes darting back up to meet her gaze. ugh, how she could get lost in those eyes. . .
the compliment made her blush, looking down at the more flattering outfit she sported briefly.
“yeah, well, I clean up okay +
“you’re far from idiotic. and honestly, i thank her for bailing on me. i wouldn’t have met your fine ass.” the last part was added as a joke but, she meant every word.
they walked towards the booth, only I looping her arms to retrieve the
+
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she jumps in surprise, her building scowl turning into a genuine smile.
“hey! I thought you’d stand me up like the other girl.” her eyes rolled. but really, she should be happy about it. she never would’ve met Talia.
eyes wonder over her form, biting down on her lip.
+
the young wolf reaches a hand out to tap Gia on her shoulder, her smile bright with elation now that she’s here.
“hey there,” she greets, doing her best not to stare.
but 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒏 did she look good —
she’s fighting the urge to text the girl, more times than she’d like to admit.
but she hops in the car, not wanting to be a second late to their little date.
she arrives, stepping out of the car, eyes darting around for Talia.
she keeps checking her phone as she does her make up, but nothing.
is she being too eager? definitely.
but as time ticked on in an agonizingly slow pace, it was finally time to meet. she practically skipped over to wait for her.