"It's like Spain's version of a stir fry," he attempted. "It's pretty spicy," he turned to the page, pointing at a picture.
Roleplay?
Fae licked her lips. “Sounds delicious! What about you?” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Oh, and thanks for coming to my party earlier, Cruz. It meant a lot.”
His eyes softened back to a relaxed state, smiling, "De nada." He looked back ag his menu, "Spanish tortilla, probably." He replied.
Fae nodded, her gaze washing over him. “Can I admit something?”, she asked with a tentative smile.
He looked back up, "Yeah," he closed his menu to listen.
She blushed shyly. “I’ve never been on a date before.”
A smile tugged at one edge of his mouth. "So the ferris wheel 2asn't a date?" He teased.
Fae blushed even deeper. “N-not a proper one.”, she stammered. “Though I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it.”
Sabine stared at the tiny puppy stuffed animal Falon had given her. "It looks like Cooper." She stated. Falon giggled. "That's why I got it. If I can't bring you Cooper, then the second best thing is a stuffed animal of him, right?" Sabine agreed.
(Awww)
"Well.. I should've dressed up a little more then. August is gonna kill me for that one," he chortled.
The waitress, dressed in a black shirt and pants and such, approached them."¿Que tomas?" She asked.
"Um, yo quiero agua, por favor." He replied, looking to Fae, "What do you want to drink?"
Fae thought for a moment. “Um, do they have sparkling water?”, she asked.
(Awww)
(I love writing the relationships between siblings. I have three younger siblings, and though we fight a lot, at the end of the day I still love them.)(They are pretty crazy though, especially my little brother)
"Sprite?" Cruz squinted.
The waitress' eyes darted between the two.
“Sure.”, Fae nodded.
He relayed that over to the waittress, and she left to get their beverages. Cruz watched her leave for a few seconds, before turning back to look at Fae at an angle.
Fae was suddenly very shy. “Um…” She couldn’t seem to form coherent words as her mouth went dry. Cruz’s eyes had her spellbound.
"¿Estás bien?" He asked her semi-quietly, resting his elbow on the table.
She nodded, unable to avert her eyes.
He turned his head back to face the others in the restauraunt, a particular kind of razorblade precision cutting through thoughts. The glass that formed over his gaze betrayed a thought process of heavy demeanor, and hence why he was quiet now.
Fae took a deep breath, clearing her muddled train of thought. “Sorry.”, she apologized quietly. “You okay?”
"I think, maybe, I should probably tell you what's up. Since It's been a while, I think I trust you enough." He leaned forward so both elbows were on the table. The waitress came by and dropped off their drinks, then left. Once she was gone, he looked back to her for her response.
Fae nodded, alert and listening. Her hazel eyes were soft.
"I've attempted suicide three times in the past three years." He decided to lay it bluntly, before he convinced himself it wasn't important to confess.
Fae’s hand flew to her mouth. “Jesus Christ, Cruz. I’m sorry.”, she breathed, shocked to the core. Whoever the hell made his life that bad deserves—-, she cut her own thought off. “I’m sorry.”, she repeated, softer this time.
He shook his head, expression sobering at her reaction. "You don't need to apologize," he leaned back, "And I'm not in danger of relapsing anymore. August has helped me with that," he smiled at the warm memories, "And now you, I guess," he supposed, a particular, gentle genuinity in his grin.
“Oh, Cruz.”, she whispered. “God bless August.”, she added with a small, worried smile, relieved.
He held his mild smile, "Yeah.." he agreed wholeheartedly.
Fae took a sip of her Sprite. “But if there’s anything wrong— if you don’t feel okay…”
He reached over the table to set her sprite down and take her hand. "I'm alright now." He spoke with an undertone of firmness—Cruz was kind of the guy who bore a no sensical, severe distaste of feeling coddled. Though the reason why was to be solved later.