Eric's gaze, warm and appreciative, washed over Amber better than any shower she'd ever experienced. It was impossible not to smirk, basking at having her beauty properly appreciated. She'd forgotten how good that felt-- almost as good as his affectionate hand squeeze.
If Eric's reaction weren’t welcome enough, there was already a coffee waiting for her. Amber eyed it, then Eric, raising an eyebrow indicating that she knew very well how the mug had made its way to the table. It'd cooled off just enough to drink and Amber gratefully downed a few gulps. After hours of work, she needed something to take the edge of her hunger while they waited for their order.
Amber recognized the waitress, a brunette with the world's saddest magenta scrunchie and dangly earrings. Well. She'd keep the insults to herself today since the girl had remembered to zip right on over. Amber did, however, let herself chuckle at Eric's order. "Is that to feed the whole hospital?" To the waitress, Amber said, "Strawberry pancakes for me." Always best to eat what a restaurant specializes in; less likely to be disappointed that way.
Amber turned back to Eric, a smile slowly growing, feeling good and easy with his own aura of contentment. It was hard to remember why she'd been so angry. The reasons she could write an entire treatise about, but the emotions themselves she couldn’t summon up. The frustration was at bay for now and, whatever its source… Eric always was good about apologizing and making up with her. She gave him second and third chances, but he did the same for her. Her thumb brushed along his wrist. "Here we are."
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If Eric's reaction weren’t welcome enough, there was already a coffee waiting for her. Amber eyed it, then Eric, raising an eyebrow indicating that she knew very well how the mug had made its way to the table. It'd cooled off just enough to drink and Amber gratefully downed a few gulps. After hours of work, she needed something to take the edge of her hunger while they waited for their order.
Amber recognized the waitress, a brunette with the world's saddest magenta scrunchie and dangly earrings. Well. She'd keep the insults to herself today since the girl had remembered to zip right on over. Amber did, however, let herself chuckle at Eric's order. "Is that to feed the whole hospital?" To the waitress, Amber said, "Strawberry pancakes for me." Always best to eat what a restaurant specializes in; less likely to be disappointed that way.
Amber turned back to Eric, a smile slowly growing, feeling good and easy with his own aura of contentment. It was hard to remember why she'd been so angry. The reasons she could write an entire treatise about, but the emotions themselves she couldn’t summon up. The frustration was at bay for now and, whatever its source… Eric always was good about apologizing and making up with her. She gave him second and third chances, but he did the same for her. Her thumb brushed along his wrist. "Here we are."