Daisy Penelope Bloom, a young American woman living in Liverpool, Britain, across from her best friend Melody Price. Mel's father, John Price, has been away on a year long mission. When he returns, he finds his daughter all grown up, and his daughte...
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John eventually leads Daisy back out to his truck before taking her to a nearby cafe for some coffee and a late lunch. The air outside is cool and refreshing after the stuffy warehouse, and Daisy takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself. She's still shaking a little from the adrenaline of the shooting range, and the intimate moment they shared afterward. The silence is heavy with unspoken desire, the air charged with electricity.
They sit in a cozy booth at the back of the cafe, the gentle murmur of other patrons a soothing backdrop to their conversation. Daisy picks at her sandwich, her appetite waning under the weight of her thoughts.
John watches her with concern, his own food forgotten. "You okay, Daisy?" he asks, his voice low and gentle. She nods, not trusting herself to speak just yet. The way he says her name sends a shiver down her spine, and she feels a blush creep up her neck.
"Yeah. I'm just thinking." Daisy's voice is small, her eyes focused on the crumbs on her plate.
John takes a sip of his coffee, his eyes never leaving hers. "Want to talk about it?" The warmth in his voice is almost tangible, and she feels a pang of guilt for the thoughts that have been consuming her.
She shakes her head. "It's just... a lot, you know? I—Pfft." A hand flies over her mouth as she stares at his face.
"What?" John's eyebrows furrow, his gaze searching hers.
"You... You have cream... On the bottom of your mustache." She laughs softly, pointing at him.
He chuckles, wiping it away with a napkin. "Thanks for the heads up."
"That was cute." She giggles and reaches out to wipe some cream from the corner of his lips before putting her finger in her mouth. The simple gesture sends a jolt of electricity through John, making his pulse race. He can't help but watch as she sucks the cream off her finger, her eyes locked on his. The desire in the air is palpable, and it's getting harder and harder to ignore. "You should've seen your face. Absolutely Priceless," she snorts and laughs at her own silly pun.
"Cheeky girl," John chuckles, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You're just as bad as me with the dad jokes."
"Yeah, but the difference between us is you're actually a dad," Daisy teases, her smile growing.
"Are you sure you're not a middle aged man in a body suit?"
"You would like that, wouldn't you, Captain. Kinda figured you were a little fruity."
"You know, Daisy, you're more than just a handful of trouble. You're a whole damn barrel of sarcasm and cuteness." John's smile reaches his eyes, and she feels something in her chest flutter.
"Thanks, I try to keep things interesting around here. It's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it." Daisy takes a sip of her tea, feeling the warmth spread through her, soothing the cold knot in her stomach. She looks around the cafe, the normalcy of the scene almost surreal after the past few months.
