From Blood Into Wine
Avey glanced up at him with a quirked eyebrow. Suddenly, she wasn’t quite feeling up to anything, and finishing her coffee was a task not even Jesus would be able to handle.
"When you say ‘sometime’ I assume you mean right now." she said bluntly. This guy looked nervous as hell, she could see his hands shaking, practically feel the table vibrate. She felt bit a bad for him because she could tell. It wasn’t social awkwardness or some sort of immature response to a ‘pretty lady’. This awkwardness was inward. More like a defense mechanism he was fighting to ignore. She was too.
"because I’d be fine with that."
'I'd be fine with that.' It bounced around in Milo's head, repeating and echoing.
Her smile was comforting, like she was letting Milo know to calm down. He breathed for a second before even thinking about replying. This was amazing, he actually met a real person who wanted to spend time with him and not just have a pity coffee. Milo didn't notice he wasn't shaking anymore.
"That'd be nice." He couldn't keep back how much he was grinning, though he really didn't know why he was trying to. Despite Milo's lies to himself, he wanted to have someone to talk to. Being all by yourself other than the occasional monthly letter from your grandma isn't ideal. But he wasn't going to bring that up, he'd talked enough about his grandma.
"I don't live too far from here actually. Would you be okay with walking?"














