Misty
"You know, Stevie wrote this song for-"
"Waylon and Jessie. I know," Misty interrupted.
"Yeah," said Cordelia hanging her head.
"Lovers forever
Face to face
My city, your mountains
Stay with me, stay
I need you to love me
I need you today
Give to me your leather
Take from me my lace..."
Don Henley began his part of the song in the background as the women packed their bags for the next city. Misty was glad Cordelia was taking her around the country to see Stevie, but she couldn't help but think that her traveling companion was a little too enthusiastic.
"So, Misty...what is it you use for your tomatoes? They're always so firm," Cordelia asked.
"Just swamp mud," said Misty throwing her few belongings into one of Cordelia's suitcases.
"Is there anything in particular you want for breakfast?" Cordelia asked.
"Anything but bagels," Misty groaned.
" I thought you loved bagels," said Cordelia.
" I do...just not every morning, " said Misty.
"Fair enough, " Cordelia said, "You ready?"
Misty nodded and made a b-line for the door.
"What's your hurry? The show doesn't start for 8 hours, and our flight doesn't leave for another 3," said Cordelia lightly nudging Misty.
"We gotta get out of here. This place gives me bad vibes," said Misty recoiling from her touch. She felt her stomach twist at the hurt in Cordelia's eyes when she did.
"I know it's not the Hamptons, but it has to be a step up from the swamp," Cordelia snapped.
Misty glared at her.
"No, I'm serious. We need to get out of here," said Misty urgently.
"O...kay," Cordelia softened.
The younger witch ran out of the room towards the elevator to find it surrounded by police tape. Misty stopped abruptly, which caused Cordelia to run into her to stumble backwards. The elevator door was open revealing a man with several stab wounds in his torso.
"What's going on?" Cordelia asked a police officer.
"The elevator is closed, ma'am. Can't you read?" said the officer.
"Don't talk to her like that!" said Misty stepping towards the officer.
"Misty, it's fine. We can take the stairs," said Cordelia gently holding Misty back by the shoulders.
"Okay, you're right, " said Misty giving a "shrug" that caused the officer to trip over the police tape.
Cordelia shot her a disapproving look and took Misty's hand. Misty couldn't help the flush she felt all over her body. Why did she feel this? This heat? Why was she so eager to defend this...annoying perfectionist who tried way too hard to impress her? Cordelia probably just wanted another prized pupil to give herself and the coven good publicity. People didn't genuinely like her. Why would they? Still, something about her was different, and despite her getting on Misty's nerves, she was growing on her.
"Are you okay?" Misty asked as they reached the lobby.
Cordelia flung herself on to the Cajon and squeezed her tight. Misty initially tensed up. Physical contact with other people was something she wasn't sure she'd ever get used to.
"I'm so sorry!" said Cordelia letting go. "I was just-"
"Yeah," Misty drawled scratching her head.
Both women blushed and looked away from each other.
"Um...so we have a good bit of time to kill, " said Cordelia.
"Whatcha wanna do, Miss Cordelia?" Misty asked.
"First things first, breakfast, " Cordelia replied.
Misty's stomach loudly agreed.
"I know you're not a huge fan of fast food, " said Cordelia.
"How'd you know? I never said that, " said Misty.
"Please, you should see the look on your face when I even mention Big Macs," Cordelia laughed as Misty cringed right on cue.
"You got me," said Misty smiling.
"I think I know just the spot," said Cordelia.
AN: Very sorry this took so long to post. Work and family have been my main focus, which I don't apologize for in the least. However, I will try to update more frequently if possible.
