dinosaurdana
Leo could feel his eyes softening at the sight of her. Calypso. Oh gods she- she was perfect. Her name, her hair, and oh, those eyes. "You're beautiful." He murmurs. She only glanced at him for a second until she let her eyes slowly draw back to one of the baristas. "You know that?" Leo tried again. Maybe she wasn't feeling all too well either. "Okay Leo." She offered, which was an improvement, he supposes, but she still won't look at the boy. He grabbed one of her hands and kissed it as carefully as he could. Her gaze fell down to the deep brown flooring and a bit of her upper lip came to a cringe. "Oh come on Calypso." Leo let out a sigh. "Did I do something? Come on, talk to me sunshine." But she didn't even seem to be listening to him in the slightest anymore.
In other words:
Will our lovers make it through this "rough patch", or perish in it's wake?