To say Clay was shocked would have been an understatement. Out of nowhere this beautiful girl came and popped his pink bubble. Clay thought he should be angrier at the girl in front him for popping his one true joy in life, but he couldn't find it within himself to hold her accountable. Clay examined the girl's face. Her eyes were a shade of orange, like a flame growing with each breath she took. Her lavender lips were carved into a crooked smile that seemed familiar to him, but Clay didn't know why. Her brown shoulder length hair fell in beautiful cascades of chestnut brown. The girl's lips opened and a silver string of words trailed from her lips.
"So what brings you here stranger?"
Clay looked at the girl and pondered what he should do. Should he tell this girl, this stranger that his heart had just been broken by a girl that had told him that she loved him just a few hours before? Clay towards the girl once more, staring directly into her soft orange eyes he scavenged for any judgement she might have lurking in her gaze. Finding none Clay said in a very quiet voice,"My-", he paused, should he refer to Triste as his girlfriend or ex, he had no idea.
"My-my ex, broke up with me today. So I came to the cafe to escape the cold and drown my sorrows in food."
Clay focused his gaze down, fear pinned him to his seat as he waited for the girl to say something. Suddenly he heard the most mesmerizing sound. The girl was laughing. Her laugh was hearty, warm, and inviting. Clay felt a bit of a laugh bubble in his throat and soon he found himself laughing with her.
Loralie was laughing out of pure joy, for the first time in a while. It felt great. She couldn't get enough of it, the feeling was addicting and her frozen heart started to warm up to the person in front of her. Her laugh filled the cafe giving it a vibrant air. Her tear filled eyes fell on the boy with the pretty blue eyes. Then the boy's laugh joined hers. Her heart completely melted at the sound. His laugh was light, sweet, and airy. It had a delicate quality to it that made one want to protect it. Loralie loved the gentle lull that was imbedded in the boy's laugh, it was soothing. Soon their laughs quieted down. Loralie's laugh calmed first, and she was left listening to the boy's quieting laughs. Her ears picked up the intake of his breaths. Each intake sounded like a gasp for air and her mind quickly went South. Her once pure feelings were now replaced by an animalistic possession. She needed him for herself and she wasn't willing to share. She would make him hers. She wanted to filthy the angel that sat in front of her. She wanted to bring him to the highest heaven and then drag him to deepest pits of hell. She wanted to show him the most breathtaking Nirvana while gently sinning under white sheets. She wanted to feel the softness of his back and watch as his wings began to appear before cracking his golden halo. She wanted to push him over the edge. Nothing would stop her from doing it. Loralie smiled at the angelic boy in front of her. Looking down at her white coffee cup admiring how the white cup showed the stains left by the black coffee, she liked seeing the filth left on the once pure cup. She smiled just a tiny bit bigger.
Clay liked his black cup. Clay liked it because it hid the stains of coffee. The filth left etched onto the cup couldn't be seen unless examined closely. Clay liked the smile of the girl in front of him. It was pleasant and warm, although he didn't mind her smirk either. Her smirk was full of mischief and amusement, much like a demon, specifically a succubus. However that didn't quite work for her either. Clay thought that she was more like a siren; pulling her victims closer with sweet words and gorgeous beauty, only to push them into dangerous rocks that become their grave. Clay enjoyed her company quite a lot, but he couldn't help the nagging feeling of sadness when her inevitable departure would arrive. Clay lifts his blue eyes to find her orange ones pointed at him. A totally manly squeal tumbles from his lips as he tumbles from his chair. Clay looks towards the ceiling feeling the burning shame that came with embarrassing situations. A tan hand comes into view, hovering over Clay's fallen form.
Loralie hadn't expected the boy to fall in such a way. Getting out of her seat she walks to the boy to help him out. Putting her hand over the she waits for the fallen angel to grab it. Slowly the boy grabs her hand and gets his chair up. Finally upright the boy looks at Loralie with rosy cheeks burning with shame. Loralie admires his flushed face in delight. His freckles are given a hypnotizing bright pink backdrop while his pale skin is made even paler. His eyes are bright and innocent tinted with a hint of embarrassment. Loralie liked when this boy blushed. Flashing him a gentle smile Loralie said,"My name is Loralie Lunamuerte, what's yours love?"
Clay was finally calming down when he saw the girl across from him smile and say,"My name is Loralie Lunamuerte, what's yours love?"
Clay's blush brightened at the word love. He liked the way her voice sounded when saying it. Glancing towards Loralie, Clay quietly stuttered,"My n-name's Clay Solvida. N-nice to m-meet you."
Loralie's smile widened. His stuttering was cute and adorably sweet. She looked towards the clock at the top of the cafe door. Loralie remembered the meeting she had in an hour. Looking towards Clay, Loralie stands up and scribbles on her beige napkin. Handing it to Clay with a wink she says,"Call me sometime."
