A/N: A DD prompt for itsacurse, who asked for Julyberry, dinner. As I don't know Julyberry all that well, I hope this is okay. Thanks!
Rachel was busily shoveling her dinner into her mouth. "Please," she put her hand up, forcing a harsh swallow, "Let me catch up."
"Shouldn't be hard," the older blonde smirked, nodding, taking a bite of her twirled pasta, "You're, like, quick on your feet, huh?" She managed to sound condescending and jeering at the same time even as it came across somehow encouraging.
Rachel tried to make it as not obvious as it was that she was hanging on the older woman's words. Swallowing the vegan pasta into her mouth as her head bobbled with each new word, she didn't take her eyes from her teacher's face. "Maybe…" she started, trailing off.
"Maybe?" Her uptake quicker than her student's, Cassandra leaned back in her chair, fingers curling around her chin. "Aren't you, like," she smirked again, fingernails tapping along her jaw, "Ready for anything?"
"Fine." Voice firming, Rachel placed her fork firmly against her plate; she sat back in her chair, smile widening, "Fine. Let's do this."