"if you insist on callin' me sheriff, i think miss andie is appropriate." there was a wry grin on his lips as he said it, an eyebrow lifting smoothly, the hands no longer holding flowers twisting across his chest loosely, a mock up of defiance. "besides, i've always been taught to respect my betters, and i would put you somewhere near the very tippy top of that list. i think the only one beatin' you is your scary sister." a pause, as damien considered his words again and added, "no offence to her, of course, she's just... well, i wouldn't want to be on her bad side."
"i bet you wear those scrubs that have, like, cute little puppies on them, don't you? something comforting and inviting. and i bet they're just as cute." he was not helping the flooding of pink to his cheeks, nor was he really sure why the babbling was happening in the first place. damien had been made fun of a lot as a child and teenager for being so stoic, never really cracking or getting too deep in the weeds, but here he was, rambling on like someone hit the on button and broke it. "i would be happy to join you. and no offence to ravi or his coffee, either, but somethin' tells me he sprinkles somethin' in there, fae magic or somethin', to make it that good all the time. you got a lot of patients in today? i gotta say this town has more doctors for its size than i've seen in most places."
"you don't like it when I call you sheriff?" she asked, the expression of perfect innocence etched across her face, until she purposely nibbled on her bottom lip and looked back to the flowers. "what would you prefer I call you?" her eyebrows shot up at the use of the word 'tippy top' and a soft giggle escaped. "one; I am not in any way your better, and two; none taken. my sister would be pleased to hear that someone finds her intimidating, but you don't know just how scary I can be. maybe I just hide it really really well."
andromeda was close to stuffing her fist into her mouth to stop from laughing out loud at his blushing and babbling. she'd suspected for a while that he may have a crush on her, but witnessing his adorable attempts at flirting in the flesh made her want to reach over the counter and cut him off. with her lips. against his. despite being medically trained, she didn't know if she could handle it if his heart stopped. "they're actually purple daisies. with smiley faces."
"fae magic?" she asked over her shoulder, gesturing for him to follow her into the back. there was no vase under the sink when she opened the cupboard door, but she managed to make one appear anyway. "only a handful." she began to arrange the flowers into the vase, after filling the delicate glass with enough water to keep them alive for the longest amount of time possible. "well, people here are more accident prone. don't you think, sheriff?"
