A machine where your heart once was
Slowly takes the place of you
Slowly takes the place of you
Flora arrived with the subtlety of a hurricane. She was decked out in gold: golden jewelry, sun-kissed hair, tanned skin. It was a good look on her, and Liam wasn't the only one who noticed. His gaze flickered from the queen to the cafe-goers, half of whom had turned to look at the young woman with varying levels of envy or admiration. It was enough to bring a half-smile to his face.
She slid into the chair across from him with a polite, breezy smile that held none of the mischief or, alternately, the faint softness that he'd come to associate with the Doubletake. Still, she was clearly prepared for anything, if her little quip about regrets was any indication, and the corners of his lips tugged ruefully upwards at the barb. "I don't know," he said. "I've heard regret goes better with beignets." Something light, perhaps an attempt at a peace offering - who was to say?
As for ordering, he shook his head. "Not yet. I was waiting for you." He gestured at the menu. "Got any recommendations?"
She slid into the chair across from him with a polite, breezy smile that held none of the mischief or, alternately, the faint softness that he'd come to associate with the Doubletake. Still, she was clearly prepared for anything, if her little quip about regrets was any indication, and the corners of his lips tugged ruefully upwards at the barb. "I don't know," he said. "I've heard regret goes better with beignets." Something light, perhaps an attempt at a peace offering - who was to say?
As for ordering, he shook his head. "Not yet. I was waiting for you." He gestured at the menu. "Got any recommendations?"
Only hold the memories now
Of a love I thought I knew
Of a love I thought I knew
Liam
