Tale of Two Hearts

Chapter Thirteen

Seto pulled his car up to the Starbucks drive thru. Seeing it, Sophia grinned and squealed with excitement.
"Hey! I know this place! They have one of these in Sicily!" her face had brightened and her eyes were shining. Seto felt her happiness radiating off of her, and smiled. Watching her leaning out of the window trying to read the menu, watching her hair fall out of the bun she put up quickly and the light in her eyes shine as she read the menu made him... he didn't know. In recent days, he had been looking forward to going home more than anything. He felt a pitter patter in his stomach just thinking about getting home to her and her smart mouth. That soft mouth... those delicious lips. Even after last night... oh last night!

Sophia had fell asleep in the car, and didn't have the strength or the mental capacity after the amount of alcohol she had consumed. So, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her into the house. Part way up the stairs, she shifted in his arms, resting her head on his shoulder. "Thank you, Seto." she reached her hand up, stroking the side of his face. She giggled, her eyes still closed and her head still on his shoulder. "Hehe, you need to shave." He nudged the door to her room open with his foot, laying her on her bed. He was about to walk out of the room, and he heard a mumbled: "Seto?" as she sat up straight. He walked back towards her , and she pulled him onto the bed beside her. They both lay there, on their backs, looking at the ceiling.
"I'm sure whatever you did, there was a reason behind it. Even if you think love is dumb or whatever." she whispered, despite the drink she sounded pretty sober.
"What makes you think I think that?" he asked her after a couple of seconds.
"You. With your 'playboy lifestyle' and the constant never being home. That doesn't scream someone who thinks love is achievable when you hole yourself up in one of your offices."
He was quiet for a moment. And then;
"Of course I believe in love. My parents were very much in love before they died." his voice stayed flat and cold, as if he was in a business meeting.
"Well, why have you not settled down? Found someone?" she rolled onto her side, propping herself onto her elbow. What a loaded question, Kaiba thought.
"I'll discuss this another time. If you're not too drunk to remember." he stood up, the sudden temperature in the room dropping with the icy tone and the sudden tension.
"Seto... I'm sorry. I just care about you. You're my only friend. You're the only one that understands." she said simply, flopping back onto her back so her legs were also on the bed this time. She was out like a light. The words hung in the air, and they stung. "Friend?" Why? Why did they sting? Silently, he crept back into the room and looked around. The curtains, the window, the bed, the closet. He made sure no one was in here, especially as Sophia couldn't do it herself.

Shaking his head, derailing the train of thought, he set his eyes ahead as he drove forward. "Order anything you like." He told Sophia. "Make sure you tell them one venti black Americano over ice for me." he handed one of his black cards to her, which in turn she held up her own, far less exclusive red bank card.
"I can afford to buy us food, Seto. Do you want a sandwich or a cake?" Seto was dumbfounded by this. Not once, ever, had he handed his credit card to a woman and who had then turned it down in place of her own. He watched as she leant out the window, ordered a lemon drizzle cake and a blueberry muffin that she knew Seto would like (as they had a blueberry vs strawberry argument.) He couldn't believe it. Bemused, he drove the car round the front, where they collected their food and drinks. Instead of parking up, Seto drove them both home.
"How are you meant to eat, Seto?" she asked.
"I'll eat it when I get home." he watched the road, hearing his stomach growl. In his haste to leave that morning, to put distance between himself and Sophia for the moment, he hadn't eaten breakfast. Not that he would have really. He mostly skipped breakfast. He heard rustling from beside himself.  He could smell the fresh muffin, making his stomach growl again. He saw her break a small piece off of the muffin. "Hey that's mi-" and his mouth was suddenly full of muffin. "Jesus Christ!" he mumbled through the muffin.
"Shhhh don't fight it. Just chew it." she whispered in a joking tone, close to his head. He rolled his eyes as he chewed the delicious muffin. After he had swallowed, Sophia held his drink up to his lips, which he gratefully drank from.
"This is some real husband and wife kinda thing." she laughed.