They came inside from the snow, and she offered him all the tea. There was so many, ginger and lavender, moon and mint, she thought that yeah he'll laugh, this is getting ridiculous, I'm making half of these up, he'll laugh.
He just shivered on her couch inside his big coat and needed a haircut and stared at her like she was some sort of beautiful and didn't laugh at all.
Ramona Flowers was a bastard's name she knew if you went by Game of Thrones rules, but she felt like a lady when he looked at her like that. Oh shucks Scott.
So she excused herself and went to get him a blanket. She wiped her hair out of her eyes as she walked - what colour was it this week? Sometimes everything just felt black and white-
and shrugged out of her clothes. She had her best pretty underwear on, though she was scattered in goosebumps- unattractive much.
and went to find some clean clothes. God, the place was a mess, she hoped he didn't notice. But then she supposed if she just wore her underwear, he'd hardly spend his time studying her floor. Scratch that. Scott did seem like a stare-at-the-floor-out-of-nervousness guy. Fuck.
He was quite cute really, she'd give him that. She'd sleep with the puc-man guy, she decided then. Might give him a confidence boost.
and then he was at the door, sheepish in a sheepskin coat. God, she had almost forgotten he was here.
"I was just wondering where you'd got to..." he trailed off, his eyes flicking over her then slamming down to the floor as fast as sub-space, so fast that she nearly expected to hear a thud. He did look at the floor after all.
She got him the blanket.
and got under the blanket.
And didn't feel like a bastard at all.
