Chapter 5: Information [P]

"Griffin? That's an interesting name," Penny said. "Where you from?"

"Oxford."

"Heh. Go figure. The accent." She laughed at herself as she pointed it out.

"Where are you from?" he asked her as they sat down. She sat in her favorite chair. It was plush, yet sophisticated. She watched him sit on the grey sofa she had since her first house in San Diego. She liked it so much she moved it to her favorite home.

"I'm from Milwaukee, and my name's Penelope. You can just call me Penny, though," she smiled at him. Once again she was back, drifting into those eyes.

"Penelope, yeah? Sounds a bit…fancy," Griffin said with an eyebrow raise.

"Courtesy of my great-grand mother from Wales."

"Ah," he said with interest. "Wonderful place. Have you been there?"

Penny nodded. "Yep, and I loved it."

"While we're talking about locations…Where might we be?" He leaned forward a bit as he asked.

"Rural area of Nagasaki." Penny tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear as she reached down next to the chair for her black bound book and pen. Sitting the book in her lap, she scribbled something down.

"What're you writing?"

Penny thought What a curious boy. She smiled at this thought of hers. "Just some notes for something. How old are you?" She asked. Has to be around 21, she thought.

"Eighteen. How about yourself?"

Penny's head swirled with delight. "I'm seventeen."

"Heh," Griffin laughed. "We're about the same age."

So many things were wandering her mind. Dark, pure, funny and sad. Everything at once. She sorta spaced out.

Her mind wandered to a thought of her and Griffin, sitting at that café in Paris where they met. Drinking coffee and laughing about something. Then they both leaned towards each other. She heard snapping at that moment. Snapping? Who's snapping?

Griffin was snapping his hand in front of her face. Not directly, but close enough to bring her back to the living room. "Huh? Sorry. Spaced," Penny grinned with Griffin at her air headedness. She saw him sit back down, but he had her book. Oh crap! She blushed a bit as she inched forward on her chair.

"...Beautiful electric eyed guy. Bad boy look with a kind heart?" He sounded confused.

Penny got up and moved, sitting on the couch facing him. "It's for a...um...story," she said taking the book back and holding it tightly on her lap. "A character description. Basic." Penny looked away as she felt her cheeks blush.

"Oh? That why there're so many books here? You a writer?" From the tone of his voice, she could hear Griffin was interested.

She looked at him. He was waiting contently for an answer. "Aspiring. Most books keep track of where I've been."

"Tha's a good idea. But...uh...what kind of story are you writing?"

"Mm...I haven't decided yet."

"Know what it's missin'?"

Penny shook her head. Putting the book and pen on the end table next to the couch. Then turning back, once again drawn into Griffin's eyes. For some reason, she thought they had a story within themself. He inched closer to her. She felt a flutter in her stomach. Was that butterflies?

"A beautiful forest eyed girl for him. A companion." She finally noticed he was looking in her eyes. Her heart was pittering funny.

"Really?" She asked, tilting her head a bit when she spoke. Griffin nodded as he leaned forward towards her, closing his eyes. She knew what this was and it felt like her heart was spinning like a top and the world around her slowed down. She leaned towards him and their lips met. Penny closed her eyes. What should i do with my hands? He's a great kisser. Supernatural! All her thoughts were invading. She built her mental wall up and all thoughts except of him had vanished.