"Yeah," Amber said; felt Eric’s fingers slip away, taking his warmth with him. Instantly her hands felt empty; she'd been the one to suggest driving separately, but Amber still regretted having to let him go, even for just a few minutes. Or maybe longer-- neither one of them knew what'd happen during this coffee date.
In the meanwhile, Amber stuffed her hands into her pockets and walked briskly to the other end of the parking lot. The distance was really starting to wear on her; all the more motivation to get properly hired by House. At least today had represented a significant step towards that aim: one very crazy candidate down and her drama with Eric seemed to entertain House. That had to count for something.
For once Amber drove at a legal speed, going through the dark streets and following the artificially-lit path. What did she want with this 'date'? Eric had apologized more than once, and now she had too. There was nothing more to discuss about what they'd done with Casey; it was a closed book. They couldn't talk about it any more than they could rewrite the ending to a published novel. That meant this'd be about them enjoying each other's company and getting to know each other better. Amber smirked to herself, pressing her foot down to break at a red light. This was how most couples did it, wasn't it? Talk first, sex later.
She didn't get as close to the entrance as she liked-- the only near free space was for handicaps and the last time she'd parked there, she'd wound up with a hair-raising fee-- but it'd do. Car stopped, Amber pulled out a mirror and checked her appearance the best she could with the paltry light. Impossible to touch up her makeup, but at least she could brush her hair.
Mickey's, as usual, was cozy, a respite from the outside's cold. It wasn't the fanciest joint in the town but the coffee was hot and the waiters knew by now not to pull the lazy and slow work crap on her. Spotting Eric at one of her favorite tables, Amber smiled. The scent of caffeine and syrup hung in the air, accompanying her to the booth. "Hey there," she said, sliding into the seat opposite Eric. Amber sought out those fingers she'd missed so much in their minutes driving over here. "Fancy meeting you here.”
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In the meanwhile, Amber stuffed her hands into her pockets and walked briskly to the other end of the parking lot. The distance was really starting to wear on her; all the more motivation to get properly hired by House. At least today had represented a significant step towards that aim: one very crazy candidate down and her drama with Eric seemed to entertain House. That had to count for something.
For once Amber drove at a legal speed, going through the dark streets and following the artificially-lit path. What did she want with this 'date'? Eric had apologized more than once, and now she had too. There was nothing more to discuss about what they'd done with Casey; it was a closed book. They couldn't talk about it any more than they could rewrite the ending to a published novel. That meant this'd be about them enjoying each other's company and getting to know each other better. Amber smirked to herself, pressing her foot down to break at a red light. This was how most couples did it, wasn't it? Talk first, sex later.
She didn't get as close to the entrance as she liked-- the only near free space was for handicaps and the last time she'd parked there, she'd wound up with a hair-raising fee-- but it'd do. Car stopped, Amber pulled out a mirror and checked her appearance the best she could with the paltry light. Impossible to touch up her makeup, but at least she could brush her hair.
Mickey's, as usual, was cozy, a respite from the outside's cold. It wasn't the fanciest joint in the town but the coffee was hot and the waiters knew by now not to pull the lazy and slow work crap on her. Spotting Eric at one of her favorite tables, Amber smiled. The scent of caffeine and syrup hung in the air, accompanying her to the booth. "Hey there," she said, sliding into the seat opposite Eric. Amber sought out those fingers she'd missed so much in their minutes driving over here. "Fancy meeting you here.”