His Dreams of Memories

11

Thank the gods the innkeeper was quick. The bath Jaskier requested was ready in a span of ten minutes, she was thankful for Geralt so she wanted to move as quickly as possible.

"Thank you again, Witcher." She nodded at the two, then scurried out of the room.

Jaskier took in a deep breath, looking back at the Witcher. "I'm going to need you to stay still while I undress you okay?" He didn't want the other man to move too much.

Both stayed silent while the brunette worked. There were a few grunts and hisses, but other than that, the room was quiet.

"Ready?" Jaskier wrapped his arm under Geralt's armpit, the question had really been rhetorical. The Witcher let out a pained grunt when Jaskier lifted him off the bed and carried him to the tub. "You can get in slow or fast, whichever floats your boat."

Geralt furrowed his eyebrow and pressed his lips into a thin line. He wanted to say something, he wanted to apologize, but it wasn't the right time.

While the silver-haired man lowered himself into the tub, Jaskier went back into the room to collect some lavender and soap. He was hoping that he could then think of something to say as well.

A shaky sigh left the brunette's chapped lips. "Right then, Geralt. Let's get you cleaned up."

"Pankratz, your break is over, let's go!" Charlie threw a plastic spoon at his employee, quickly waking the man up.

Julian mumbled a series of curses under his breath. He felt like an individual reading a story online that's ongoing, he has to wait until the next chapter is posted before reading further.

A mother and a little girl were waiting at his register. Julian recognizes the young girl as Cirilla, and the other woman...

'Yennefer,' Julian wet his lips and closed his eyes for a moment. He couldn't say anything, he had to hold it in, and he didn't want to say something and be wrong in the end. "What can I get you two?"

The raven-haired woman gave the brunette a strange look. She had noticed his hesitation. "Large straight black for me. Cirilla, what do you want?"

Cirilla puffed her cheeks and stood on her toes to see the menu. "A small hot cocoa and a birthday cake pop!" Her bright green eyes showed excitement as if the pastry was something that could lift anyone's spirits.

Julian smiled and started to prepare the cups. "Anything else?" Cirilla had sparked his mood somehow, there wasn't any explanation for it.

The woman nodded. "My friend said he wants it to be a surprise, what would you recommend?" There was a twinkle in her eye, but Julian couldn't put a finger on why it was there.

"Well... I'm not good at recommending, but my favorite is a bicerin." Julian pointed at the name and price on the chalkboard above him. "There's espresso on the bottom, mixed with black chocolate and white chocolate, then topped with whipped cream. It's a very sweet drink."

"I'll have that then, another large, please." Julian nodded and prepared the next cup. "Yennefer for the name." A small smirk played onto her lips as if she knew all about it. The barista had a feeling she did.

"$12.68," Julian mumbled after putting the numbers in. He hated being right, as much as he wanted this to be real. Attacking Yennefer with questions didn't sound like the right thing to do. "Your coffee will be ready in a few."

While the two left the counter, Julian's mind wandered to the 'friend' she was referring to. A small voice in the back of his head told him not to push or worry about it, while the other continuously pushed that she may have been referring to Geralt.

(As I was writing this, my phone went from 68% to 1%, then when I turned it back on, it was back at 68%. What did I do????)