your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
"Guess we’re sticking with the regret theme, then," Flora says, chin propped on her hand, gold rings flashing as her fingers tap against her cheek. Her smile is airy, almost amused, like this is all just harmless fun and definitely not a social minefield she’s trying to read step by step. "Regret and beignets, regret and coffee—kind of sounds like you’re covering one particular base."
One brow arches, her gaze flicking from Liam to the menu he gestures toward and back again, as if still trying to get a proper read on what exactly he’s doing here. "I usually go for the bagel, toasted and piled with cream cheese, cucumbers, and salmon." Pausing, the queen glances at Liam from over top her menu. "Then again, the molten pineapple wrap is a good choice if you're looking for something hotter."
One brow arches, her gaze flicking from Liam to the menu he gestures toward and back again, as if still trying to get a proper read on what exactly he’s doing here. "I usually go for the bagel, toasted and piled with cream cheese, cucumbers, and salmon." Pausing, the queen glances at Liam from over top her menu. "Then again, the molten pineapple wrap is a good choice if you're looking for something hotter."
