Hey Stranger, I Want’ya to Catch Me Like A Cold
deccoynes:
Their conversation was a sweet, normal one any two new people would have with each other, but in a moment - everything seemed to change. Her expression changed within an instant, and it seemed as if there was almost something dirty about him. He looked himself over as she began to turn around, and saw there was nothing wrong with him. “Hey, Katie, wait.” he said, reaching out to her, and not gripping her arm, but placing his hand over top of her arm which was held in protectively over her chest. He let go after a second, and tilted his head in a confused manor. “Did I say something wrong? I mean, we were talking, you can’t just leave me hanging, here.” Declan tried to flash her a small reassuring smile that he wasn’t some crazy guy - he was normal like everyone else.
He wasn’t sure he has convinced her yet, she still stood in front of him with a nervous look about her. “Hey, whatever I said uh, let me…” he glanced around the bookstore thinking of some way to repay her for whatever he had done her wrong. “Let me buy you your Matilda. Or…” he pondered for a few moments before snapping his fingers with an idea. “We could go back to my condo. I’ll make you something nice to eat…I don’t know.”
Katie made a sort of flinching gesture when Declan touched her arm, yanking her wrist out of reach on impulse. She remained slightly stiff as she turned back around, her forearm pressed tightly at the top of her abdomen and her brows angled. “What?” she asked, her voice coming out much shakier than she had intended, and she quickly cleared her throat to resolve the problem. She couldn’t possibly appear weak to anyone right now. “No, I’m sorry, you did nothing wrong,” she tentatively assured, her words hesitant and stalled in between. “Sorry. I’m just weird right now. Sorry.” Her excessive apologies tumbled out of her mouth, any efforts to hold them back in vain. She let out a sigh and allowed her eyes to wander anxiously around the bookstore. He followed her movements, before suggesting multiple ways to make it up to her. Not that he had done anything wrong at all; Katie was just too stupid and jealous to hold a normal conversation with someone she had deemed better than her.
At his mention of cooking something for her, her eyes widened a fraction, mouth watering at the mental images of all the rich, expensive food he could have back at his condo. Caviar, omelettes, a whole lobster, deliciouswarmniceyummy. Her head shook, almost involuntarily, as a gentle rejection to his offer. However, her speech betrayed her every thought, her growling stomach doing the talking for her: “What would you make?” As soon as she said it, she squeezed her fingernails into her elbow, as a form of punishment for asking such a question. She couldn’t let herself know the details. She couldn’t go back to his condo and eat a meal with him like a normal person. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t.
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