Hey look! I haven't given up on this story yet! No hiatus for me, here's another chapter. This may or may not be a tiny, little bit of a filler chapter, but the next chapter will be a lot longer and better. Anyway, enjoy the cliche coffee shop meet, and REVIEW! PLEASE!
Two blondes, a man and a woman walked into the coffee shop.
A young man with dark hair slicked to his scalp took their orders: a cappuccino and a double shot of espresso. The woman asked gravely for milk art in the shape of a butterfly, and the waiter had no idea if she was joking.
As soon as he was out of sight, she cracked a smile.
Having known each other so long, the woman knew how her companion felt about being indoors when he didn't have to be, so they took a seat outside. After all, that was the very reason they were here; to escape being indoors.
The clink of porcelain sounded as the waiter placed their cups on the table.
The sky was clear that day, without a trace of clouds, but the sun was a pale disk that provided no warmth. A brisk breeze tossed Sabrina's hair, and she hunched closer to the steam curling above her cappuccino.
The man sitting across from her looked up at his companion and smiled tiredly. "What's up with you? Any luck finding a job?"
"Kind of. 'm going away for three months." She broke it to him casually, blowing gently on her drink.
Puck blinked. "You WHAT?" He exclaimed, his voice cracking. Suddenly he was wide awake.
"I'm going travelling with Uncle Jake for three months in Siberia." Her voice was cool and nonchalant, but she was searching him for reaction. Which obviously had nothing to do with the hopeful fluttery feeling she got in her chest when that pained look crossed Puck's face.
"Uh, can I ask why?" He said, looking a bit overwhelmed. A little smile played on Sabrina's lips, and she pressed them together to hide it.
"You suggested I talk to Jake about a job. Instead, I'm going to take some time off and travel with him for a couple months."
"That was not what I meant when I said that." Puck sighed, rubbing his face."Now who will I bother at 2:00 AM? Who will I rant to about how hard my life is?" He whined, stirring his coffee with a wooden stick.
Sabrina sipped her coffee tranquilly as the fluttery feeling died down. "You'll manage." She offered simply, with a serene smile.
Well Puck wasn't having it at all. "But it's not fair! How come you get to go, and I have to stay and keep being king? How come you get to go fight monsters? What if you get hurt? What if you decide to travel longer? What if you die?" Puck moaned, writhing on the table, using melodrama to cover his real anxiety.
But Sabrina had known him to long to be fooled, and definitely caught the worried purple in his colour-changing eyes.
"Careful, Stinky. If I didn't know better, I'd say you almost sounded concerned for my well-being." Sabrina chided teasingly.
Puck opened his mouth to issue more complaints, but Sabrina got there first. "Listen, Puck. You've got a phone right?"
He nodded, "Yeah, Mustardseed made me. Something about sending me reports? I don't really check it."
She blew out an exasperated sigh. "Okay, so I'm going to give you my email address, and you give me yours. That way we can stay in touch while I'm gone."
Puck frowned, watching her work strange wonders on the small metal box.
"There, see? Now you can email me while I'm gone." Sabrina debriefed Puck on the basic etiquette and technique of using a phone, and twenty exasperated minutes later, she felt he would be okay.
"Talk to Daphne if you have any problems." Then, the blonde woman rose and left Puck sitting in a cafe, with the bill and a lot of emotional confusion.
Okay, please don't kill me, I know that wasn't too important, but it assists the next chapter. Alrighty please review it, our criticism makes me SING! -Tave