Cosima just stared at the girl; unable to move or do anything else that would make the situation any less awkward.

"Hello, uh, I was just wondering who you are? If that's not rude, I'm sorry," the girl said, a French accent touching her words. Cosima would've smiled at the awkward politeness of the girl if she weren't feeling so damn guilty. She had snuck into this girl's house! To be fair though, it was an accident.

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry," Cosima started, trying to make her way over to the girl but somehow tripping over her own feet and falling to the ground. "Fuck! Oh! I mean, uhm, oh, I don't know, fuck I said fuck. Oh, fuck that's three times I've said it! Four, I just, oh fuck." Finally, Cosima clapped her hand over her mouth to stop herself from blurting out any more curses. From behind her hands, she uttered out, "Sorry about that."

The girl looked at Cosima with her eyes wide, reminding Cosima very much of a deer caught in headlights. She started to open her mouth to apologise for accidentally breaking in to her house and tell the girl that she would be on her way out, when the girl broke out into a fit of giggles.

"Uhm, what?" Cosima asked. "Usually when I accidentally break into people's houses they don't laugh about it. Not that I usually-" Cosima sighed. "Never mind."

The girl grinned this crinkly-eyed smile at Cosima, looking as if she'd never had a better moment in her life.

"So, uh can we start this over?"

The girl nodded.

"Well, I'm Cosima," she said, waving her arms around her, trying to explain with her motions what she couldn't with her words. "I didn't really mean to crash on your couch, like, well, I did crash on your couch, but you know, it was accident. See my friend, Scott, lives around here and I was totally drunk or something, I don't actually know, I felt really weird, like I don't even remember what happened last night, but anyway I was just completely out of it and I kinda sorta thought your place was Scott's? I did wonder when he got a cat, though, especially seeing as he's allergic." She paused to take a breath and look back up at the girl. She was staring at her with the strangest expression of interest and amusement.

"Oh, yeah, sorry, I was rambling, wasn't I? I do that sometimes," Cosima explained, going red. "Uh, your name?"

The girl cleared her throat. "I'm Delphine," she said. Cosima tried not to start fangirling over this girl, Delphine's, accent. She couldn't afford to freak her out any more than she already had.

"You seem very, ah, how do you say, uh, err… I can't think of the word in English, but in French it's 'mignonne?' Do you know it?" Delphine asked.

"Uhm, sorry, I took Spanish in school instead of French. Uh, maybe the word you're looking for is 'insane?'"

Delphine laughed. "Non, non, Cosima. Not 'insane.'"

Cosima's insides twisted at the way Delphine said her name. Instead of saying COS-ima, she said it Co-SIM-a, putting the stress on the second syllable. Was it bad that Cosima found this beyond adorable?

"Uh, mignonne, mignonne, eh," she paused for another second, desperately grasping for the word.

"Strange? Eccentric? Psychotic? Alarmi-"

"Cute!" she yelled, startling Cosima.

"Jesus fuck, Delphine!" Cosima exclaimed, rubbing her ears. "Well you can definitely be loud." She shook her head. "Wouldn't have guessed that."

Delphine looked down at her feet sheepishly. "I am sorry. I should not have yelled. I just got a little… excited."

"No, no! Shit," Cosima said, flailing her arms around her and trying to amend for hurting Delphine's feelings. "I didn't mean it like that, honest, I just meant that I wouldn't have expected you to be loud because you seem like one of those quiet but completely adorable types, I mean-" Cosima stopped. Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit. Nononono. Cosima hadn't said that, had she? No, no, of course not. Of course she hadn't admitted that she thought this girl, who seemed straight as a freakin' board, was cute. No. No. She hadn't said that. Why would she say that? No, of course she hadn't said that.

Except she had.

Fuck! What the fuck is wrong with you? You've only just met this girl, and already you're telling her how cute she is? What the fuck, man?

"Uh, well," Cosima started, "I didn't really mean it like that. Not adorable like, 'wow that girl is hot,' but just adorable like, 'aww, I want to wrap you up in a tortilla and eat you up-' but, uh, up. Up. Definitely. Up." She had said 'up,' hadn't she? She smiled nervously at Delphine.

"You're cute, Cosima." Delphine smiled back at her, and Cosima found herself getting lost in her eyes.

Damn, is it even possible to have such gorgeous eyes? I mean, they're balls of colour sitting in your face, but hot damn those eyes are sexy. What colour are they even? Cosima found herself inching towards Delphine, trying to unravel the mysteries in her (Brown? Gold? Hazel? Who fucking knows, man) eyes.

"Uh, Cosima?" Delphine asked, backing up a little.

"Oh!" Cosima said, catching herself getting closer and closer to the blonde. "Shit, no, sorry, I just, um…" Cosima paused, racking her brain for any excuse for her getting so close to Delphine. "I, uh, was just leaving! Yeah, I was leaving. I should probably head home. Thanks for not calling the cops on me, dude." She smiled and made her way to the back door.

"Cosima, wait!" Delphine called.

"Yeah?"

"Uh, where do you live?" She paused for a second. "Oh, god, no, that sounded bad. I am just wondering because you didn't go home last night, so maybe your home is far away?"

"No, really that's okay, it's only a few miles from here. I can walk."

Delphine looked absolutely appalled at this idea. "Walk? Walk? You would walk a few miles when I could easily drive you? And besides, you haven't even had breakfast yet."

"No! I mean, I couldn't. You've already been so nice to me, like you found me on the couch and your first thought was to get me some aspirin in case I was hungover. I shouldn't bother you anymore." Cosima started to walk towards the back door again.

"No," Delphine said, grabbing Cosima's hand and pulling her back. "I insist, really. At least let me make you some eggs?"

Cosima really should have just gone home. She should have just walked away and said thank you for not getting her arrested for breaking and entering. But thankfully, that was not how Cosima did things.

"Mmmmmmm….."

"Please?" Delphine pleaded, making Cosima wonder how it was physically possible to simultaneously be the hottest girl she'd ever seen and a puppy.

"Well I guess eggs couldn't hurt."

Delphine grinned, and Cosima thought that her smile could probably cure cancer.

By the time Delphine had finished frying the eggs, Cosima was thanking her lucky stars that she hadn't left. Not only had Delphine been the single most interesting person she'd spoken to in weeks, but those eggs were starting to smell pretty damn good. Cosima's stomach growled at the thought of food.

"Don't worry, Cosima, food is on its way!" Delphine said, hearing the rumbling in Cosima's stomach and scooping the eggs off the pan onto the plate in front of Cosima.

"Good, because I'm fucking starved."

"Careful, they're-"

Cosima grabbed her fork and eagerly stuck the eggs in her mouth, jumping up out of her seat and yelling 'HOT HOT HOT GOD FUCKING DAMMIT HOT HOT HOT' before spitting her mouthful of eggs back on the plate.

"-hot," Delphine finished, smiling apologetically. "I'm sorry. I always forget to warn people about that."

"No, no, it's okay." Cosima grabbed her tongue with her fingers and looked down, probably checking for burns. "I 'thouldn't haf eatem them 'o fatht."

Delphine laughed at her and grabbed her plate from the table. "You dork. Here, I can stick them in the fridge for a minute to cool them down if you want me to."

Cosima looked up at Delphine. "Are yoo laffing at my mithfortune?"

"No," Delphine replied, giggling. "I'm laughing at your adorableness, not your misfortune!"

Cosima stopped pulling at her tongue and smiled down at the table. Dammit, this girl was cute.

"Do you think they're cool enough to eat yet?" she asked, her stomach growling.

"Well, I don't think so, but your stomach doesn't seem to care too much." Delphine walked back over to the fridge and pulled out the plate of scrambled eggs, placing them in front of Cosima. "There you go."

Cosima immediately dug her fork back into the food, not caring if it wasn't cool yet. She'd already been burned, hadn't she? What else could it do?

In two minutes, Delphine saw Cosima scarf down two plates of eggs. By the time she was almost done with her second plate, Delphine was surprised to find that Cosima's stomach was still growling.

"Merde, Cosima, how much do you eat?"

Cosima shrugged. "I dunno, I'm just constantly eating stuff." She scooped up the last bite of eggs from her plate and scratched her arm. "It's not my fault I'm always hungry."

"Well, one should wonder where you put it all!"

Cosima smiled down at her plate. Was that a compliment? After all, she had just gone to the gym…. Cosima found herself absently flexing the muscles in her arms as she got up to put her plate in the sink.

"So, yeah, I should get going now."

"Non!" Delphine said, running to the front door and slipping on her shoes. She pulled a sweater over her faded tee grabbed her car keys from a hook on the wall. "I am driving you, remember?"

Cosima grinned. "Of course I remember, Delphine. It's only been half an hour."

Dork.

"I'm just making sure you didn't forget about me," Delphine said using those puppy dog eyes of hers.

"Of course not," Cosima replied.

How could I ever forget about you? Cosima thought. She sighed. You're in some deep shit here, Niehaus. Deep fucking shit.