Secret Keeper

Well he didn’t totally lose his cool at her. In fact, he lost none of his cool, though his expression indicated he was deeply concerned. Which was fair. When he had last seen Frey to her knowledge anyways they had both been in a terrifying position. And while she had been terrified at first, she felt less…mortified at the thought of seeing Frey again. So long as they were given the respect they deserved, and their intent not misconstrued, they seemed content to leave her be…so long as she did as they now asked of her. Her eyes followed him as he went behind the counter to brew tea. What a marvelous idea! That would’ve calmed her nerves…maybe…if she had thought of it. Stupid Phoebe. She followed him, staying on the opposite side of the counter for now. She worried her lip, trying to decide if there was a delicate way to put this. Nope. Nope there was not. ”They uhm…They said I needed to go out and have passionate sex with someone.” she said, her voice cracking as it rose in pitch again, her cheeks turning a dark crimson. ”Because I am boring and vanilla apparently…” she added, looking at the counter. That statement still bothered her. She was young and inexperienced and naive…but did that mean she was also boring? Then another thought clicked in her mind of what she sounded like and she looked up horrified. ”I’m not propositioning you or anything! Oh my goodness that is what I sound like, don’t I?! I know I’m not your…I don’t think that…Ugh I’m sorry!!” she said hurriedly, covering her face with her hands. She was a hot mess. ”Remi, I’ve never even been kissed, I don’t know how I am supposed to do this! I’m supposed to put myself out there but I don’t even know what that means!!” Phoebe In a gentle way, you can shake the world