Hey, first story of the new year! Fun.
Inspired via Otpprompts on Tumblr.
I own neither the characters nor the idea.
They've been hanging out for a long time and they've recently upgraded to kissing, but this is supposed to be their first real date. The restaurant is nice, but not fancy enough to make a person uncomfortable- they went here once before with Jaime to celebrate Rose's birthday. It feels different with just two people though. Eddie fidgets. Rose glances around the room.
"I think I saw someone throw Cassie through the stained glass window here once," she finally says and he gives a small splutter of surprised mirth.
"No way."
"I'm pretty sure."
"When?"
"
What, you want a specific date and time? I don't know. Like, six months ago, maybe, when we were fighting that elder god?"
"That wasn't here. Was it? I don't think so."
"No, it was here, I remember. She punched it and it went down, she thought it was over so she turned her back- God, that was dumb, I thought she was supposed to be trained by Amazons-"
"Hey, come on, you didn't think it was getting back up either. Be fair."
"So she turned her back, and the thing grabbed her and threw her through the restaurant window- and there was this huge crack in the plaster where she hit the wall…"
They both turn to look at the farthest wall. It's been repainted in a color that's not quite identical to the original, despite best efforts- and if one looks carefully they can just faintly see the outline of a large crack going down like a lightning bolt and splitting the wall in two.
"I knew it!" Rose says triumphantly. The couple at the next table over shushes her with a disapproving glare. Rose scowls at them and they quickly turn away. Eddie snickers. Rose scowls at him, too.
"Oh shut up."
"I didn't say anything!"
"There's a first," She's still glaring at him but the corners of her mouth are tipped up in the way he's come to recognize means she's not really mad. Reading her is hard- there's a million little tics and quirks that signal a billion different things and even though he can confidently say he's one of very few people who understands any of them he still doubts he knows more than half.
The idea of learning them all, he considers, as one corner of her mouth raises a fraction higher in what he's learned to recognize as something between a dare and an invitation, is an exciting thought.
She breaks, giving him an actual smile, and he leans forward…
There's an audible klunk as Eddie's forehead smacks into the light fixture.
They stare at each other in a moment of stunned silence before Rose bursts out laughing.
Eddie gives a long suffering sigh.