Honestly I shouldn't be allowed to open rps. (Closed) (yes another one-on-one) (stalkers welcome!)

"Great minds think a like. I also got a fruit salad."

Zackary smiled a little. “The greatest minds,” he countered with a grin and a finger wave.

Afriel returned his smile with a small smile of her own, and found herself staring into Zackary's eyes.

Zackary’s eyes had grown wide, soft and warm in the past few months in the neutral town. They were still their mismatched gray, but they were a pleasure to gaze into.

Afriel sighed deeply before realizing and awkwardly looked away. "The weather's uh… Nice?"

Zackary gave a gentle laugh and leaned back into the booth seat. “It’s always nice.”

"That, is very much a lie. The freazing cold is not nice." And though it wasn't cold at all somehow Afriel did find herself a bit cold.

Zackary rolled his eyes at her dramaticness. “It’s not that bad, Afriel. It’s fine!”

"If you have a jacket then it could be." Afriel laughed a little.

Zackary chuckled. “Then maybe you should wear a jacket all the time! Like me! I’d let you borrow one of mine if you asked.”

Afriel opened her mouth to protest but ended up just looking stupid when she didn't say anything. She sunk in her seat crossing her arms over her chest, "not cold." Was all she could manage.

Zackary smiled at her, giving her a joking glare. “Not cold? What do you mean by that?”

Afriel took a moment to regain control over her words before- attempting- to speak again. "I'm not cold." She mumbled sinking deeper into her seat.

Zackary shifted his shoulders back. “Right. Right. Of course you’re not. Sorry.”

Afriel looked over at Zackary from her awkward half way under the table position and quickly apologized. "No don't be sorry if anything I sound be sorry. I just get- sorry."

Zackary shook his head and ducked his head between his shoulders, the tips of his wings curling up shyly.
“No it’s fine. I shouldn’t have said that.”

Afriel again looked for another subject change. "Are you not hot wearing a jacket all the time?"

Zackarh dramatically threw his head back. “Aren’t I always hot?”

Afriel laughed and sat up, "hmm yes, I do believe you are indeed hot."

Zackary turned a faint red and gave a shy grin. “You don’t mean it.”

"W-well I mean you are hot." Afriel looked down at the table, considering smashing her face into it.

Zackary tugged at the collar of his shirt. “Th-thank you. You’re… attractive as well.”

Afriels face turned a brilliant shade of red, a smile accompanying the blush. "Thanks." She mumbled as she chewed on her lip shyly.

Zackary ducked his head and his tips curled again. “No problem. It’s the truth, so…”

Afriel let out a small laugh and shifted to rest her forehead on the table. She wished that she had asked to brow his jacket, or maybe that she was next to him instead of across. Or that she was in his arms and he was kissing her. Afriels own thoughts only deepend the color on her face.

It isn’t too late to ask for any of those things, Mused a light female’s voice. Aah, the Narrator’s intuition. Breaking the fourth wall again.

(XD)
Afriel took another moment resting her head on the table before looking up at Zackary once again. "Do you maybe wanna skip the food?" She asked sheepishly.
(I promise she's not implying anything.)

(raises eyebrows oooo I think she is.)

Zackary gazed up at her, capturing her eyes into his beautiful ones. “Sure. Where do you wanna go?”

(Oh gosh, there's no way I can think of writing this where it doesn't sound like she's impling things.)
Afriel wrung her hands in her lap as she spoke, "home? Maybe?"

(tongue noises you don’t have the POOOOWWWAAAAAAAHH)

Zackary nodded and smiled. “Sure. Home sounds great.”