The coffee shop was quiet and decent, its shelves of vintage books lending the place a quiet nod to ancient history.
Julien had his coffee. Across from him, Purple was thoroughly occupied with her chocolate, the way she tended to be with things she enjoyed.
They sat beside the open glass window, and aside from the attendant moving somewhere in the background, the shop belonged to the two of them.
"I questioned your motives when you asked me out, but white chocolates? That confirms it; you're definitely up to something. So… are you in love with me now?"
Julien sneered.
He hadn't wanted to be here. That was the honest truth. But the conversation with Margaret had unsettled something in him that hadn't settled back down. He wanted to know Purple more. And if nothing else, he wanted her to know that he'd always be there for her.
Tsk.
"Hey, go easy on the chocolates! They're not going to disappear on us, you know."
Purple frowned.
