He sat, looking down at his Irish cream cappuccino with cinnamon and whipped cream. He felt all out of sorts. It was, to the best of his knowledge, traditional that the male pay for everything when out with a female. But it did not seem that way to Pezz.
"You gotta stop drinking this stuff, it'll stunt your growth you know!" A friendly older man with a Brooklyn accent, winked at the young Pezz and before handing over her drink, frowned with mock sterness, "You father is going to arrest me if you keep coming here at this time of the night Sara! But at least you're not alone this time... Unless you snuck out to be with this young man..." He jabbed a thumb at Nottingham who was sitting at a table, staring down at his drink and swirling the whipped cream around with one of the little flat red straws.
"Nope, picked him up on the way here." Pezz smiled innocently and snatched her drink up. "How's the drink Notty?" She plopped down opposite him and sipped her own.
A soft frown marred his features as he looked up from what he was doing. "A bit strong, I have never had this kind of coffee before... Irons doesn't let me consume caffeine..." His voice was the soft timber it had been before, but with a hint of resentment mixed in.
"Who's Irons? Your father? Step father?" Sara watched his face, the emotions that were so well controlled, but still slightly visible. Ian was intriguing, a bit odd and sure a little intimidating but she felt comfortable around him.
A sigh came from her dark companion. He took a sip of his drink, blinking only slightly then began to speak, "He's... my father... Though lately Immo seems to be more concerned about me then Mr. Irons... All that seems to be of importance is my studies and getting my training done right..." Another sip, and less blinking and Ian looked up at Sara meeting her gaze.
"Parents..." They both spoke, smiling softly at one another. Pezz chuckled and stirred her drink around. Ian seemed to relax finally and sat back.
"I know how that goes, dad's on my back about my grades, if I want to get into a four year college I have to keep my grade point average up..." A snort came from her and she grinned at Nottingham, "He doesn't know I've decided to become a cop, like him."
"Your father is a law enforcement officer?" Nottingham arched his brows thoughtfully. Sara defiantly showed a talent for being a detective, inquisitive, good at reading people.
"What about you? What is your dad pushing on you?" Sara leaned forward, arching a brow. Her voice was low and empathetic.
Notthingham considered the question carefully, trying to find an answer that would satisfy Sara, yet still have some grain of truth to it. "Military training, for now... Eventually he wants me to work for him..." His head lowered as he spoke, but he raised his eyes to meet Sara's, a gentle smile on his lips. With a shrug he looked back down and started whirling the foamy cream around with the straw once more.
"Eww, military AND the family business, no pressure there... Hope you enjoy what your dad does for a living..." Blue green eyes rolled under arched brows, and Sara brought her cup to her lips, thankful she didn't have as much pressure resting on her shoulders. She only hoped she could be half the cop her dad was.
Ian remained silent, simply watching Sara. He had never been outside of the manor souly with the intent of enjoying himself. A soft grin came to his face and he looked around the cafe. No one else was present, except the man that had served them and it was pleasantly quite. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and savoring the moment, for now, this very moment, he was only Ian, a regular teenager getting away from the pressures of his home .
"You gotta stop drinking this stuff, it'll stunt your growth you know!" A friendly older man with a Brooklyn accent, winked at the young Pezz and before handing over her drink, frowned with mock sterness, "You father is going to arrest me if you keep coming here at this time of the night Sara! But at least you're not alone this time... Unless you snuck out to be with this young man..." He jabbed a thumb at Nottingham who was sitting at a table, staring down at his drink and swirling the whipped cream around with one of the little flat red straws.
"Nope, picked him up on the way here." Pezz smiled innocently and snatched her drink up. "How's the drink Notty?" She plopped down opposite him and sipped her own.
A soft frown marred his features as he looked up from what he was doing. "A bit strong, I have never had this kind of coffee before... Irons doesn't let me consume caffeine..." His voice was the soft timber it had been before, but with a hint of resentment mixed in.
"Who's Irons? Your father? Step father?" Sara watched his face, the emotions that were so well controlled, but still slightly visible. Ian was intriguing, a bit odd and sure a little intimidating but she felt comfortable around him.
A sigh came from her dark companion. He took a sip of his drink, blinking only slightly then began to speak, "He's... my father... Though lately Immo seems to be more concerned about me then Mr. Irons... All that seems to be of importance is my studies and getting my training done right..." Another sip, and less blinking and Ian looked up at Sara meeting her gaze.
"Parents..." They both spoke, smiling softly at one another. Pezz chuckled and stirred her drink around. Ian seemed to relax finally and sat back.
"I know how that goes, dad's on my back about my grades, if I want to get into a four year college I have to keep my grade point average up..." A snort came from her and she grinned at Nottingham, "He doesn't know I've decided to become a cop, like him."
"Your father is a law enforcement officer?" Nottingham arched his brows thoughtfully. Sara defiantly showed a talent for being a detective, inquisitive, good at reading people.
"What about you? What is your dad pushing on you?" Sara leaned forward, arching a brow. Her voice was low and empathetic.
Notthingham considered the question carefully, trying to find an answer that would satisfy Sara, yet still have some grain of truth to it. "Military training, for now... Eventually he wants me to work for him..." His head lowered as he spoke, but he raised his eyes to meet Sara's, a gentle smile on his lips. With a shrug he looked back down and started whirling the foamy cream around with the straw once more.
"Eww, military AND the family business, no pressure there... Hope you enjoy what your dad does for a living..." Blue green eyes rolled under arched brows, and Sara brought her cup to her lips, thankful she didn't have as much pressure resting on her shoulders. She only hoped she could be half the cop her dad was.
Ian remained silent, simply watching Sara. He had never been outside of the manor souly with the intent of enjoying himself. A soft grin came to his face and he looked around the cafe. No one else was present, except the man that had served them and it was pleasantly quite. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and savoring the moment, for now, this very moment, he was only Ian, a regular teenager getting away from the pressures of his home .
