Sunflower Café

02

–H

"I'm officially declaring myself a virgin from now on, until a man can actually make me come in bed," Amaya was saying, just as Harry sat in his nook.

     "Jesus Christ," Harry breathed.

     He'd come to realize in the past few days the beautiful woman didn't seem to have shame or a filter. He wasn't sure if it was because she thought no one could actually hear her or if she genuinely didn't care. Either way, it was very thrilling for Harry. There was something about her blunt attitude that he just found fascinating.

     The blonde, whom he'd come to know as Lilly, flushed at her words, replying, "You just need to settle for a man who will actually care about pleasuring you when in bed, instead of just himself."

     Amaya hummed, surprised by her words. "Huh, words of wisdom."

     "Yeah," Lilly shrugged, almost timidly saying, "You sleep around too much and almost never end up liking it," Amaya let out a whiny "hey!" as her friend continued, "And then I'm the one who has to end up listening to your constant complaining and all the 'men are trash' soliloquies. So I suggest instead of continuing to bother me all the time with the same crap, stop all the stupid messing-around-all-the-time thing, and actually find someone stable, someone you'll want to return to the next day, even if the sex the day before was bad."

     "Someone as in a boyfriend?" Amaya looked appalled.

     Lilly rolled her eyes, "Yes."

"Ew no, men are trash."

Lilly looked almost shy when she said barely above a whisper, "Well it doesn't only have to be a guy."

Amaya's eyebrows raised in surprise, staring at her friend with a knowing smile, seeming to catch on to whatever her friend was throwing at her. "You want me to date a girl?"

     Harry noticed Lilly's cheeks turn crimson when she turned away from her friend. She looked flustered and almost uncomfortable bringing up the topic, though there seemed to be something more to it.

     "Yeah, a girl. You've been with your share of them before so, why not try to date one? You seem to hate them less than men," Lilly shrugged.

     "Yeah..." Amaya dragged out the word as she furrowed her eyebrows and looked at her friend's back tentatively, whom of which was busying herself by furiously cleaning the area around her and tidying up the cashier.

     "It was just a thought!" Lilly squeaked. "I mean, you know, you don't have to do it. You can just, um, you can just, you know, think... about it, I mean. Yeah, think about it. Just consider it. Ponder it. Toss it around in your head. I don't know. Do whatever you want really... with it. It was just a suggestion though, you don't have to do anything. I'm not forcing you to do anything, you can just–."

     "Think about it?" Amaya cuts in, amused.

Lilly looked ready to burst from mortification at her friend's amusement. She groaned softly and shook her head. "Shut up."

"No, please continue," the beautiful woman mused, raising her eyebrows in invitation and nipping her bottom lip. "I don't think I've ever seen you think so hard," she laughed.

     "Fuck off," Lilly shot.

      "Whoa! What is this? Little Miss Prissy just said a cuss word!" Amaya looked genuinely surprised.

     Her friend didn't seem to take to this lightly. She let out a frustrated groan and threw the towel she had in her hand, turning away and leaving the bar, stomping off to where the kitchen seemed to be.