best mistake ❖ wesvannah
He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t flattered. Girls don’t usually pay him much attention. (What more this British starlet with alluring blue eyes.) As a slightly boyish looking twenty year old, Wes is used to being the person instigating the flirting. He has gotten used to using words to convince people he’s worth their time, so he’s surprised this “friendship” of theirs is moving fast. Grinning at her reply, he can’t help but want this to maybe move a little faster. (Halloween party speed maybe?)
Vegan? That’s new, but not entirely shocking. He’d expect someone as innocent looking and sweet as Savannah to have a penchant for adopting stray dogs or be the founder of a charity for animal rights. She looks the part, and this vegan thing is an example of her playing it well. "I wouldn’t mind some healthy vegan food right now. To be honest, I think I’ve had enough take out food this week to last a lifetime. Cooking is really hard with a messed up wrist and a useless roommate."
When she pouts at his lame story, Wes can only describe it with one word: adorable. Again, very unfair. “Well, in that case, my wrist is really painful.” he jokes. "There’s a lot to make up for. I guess, having breakfast with me is a good start."
Maybe it's the adrenaline from the run or the butterflies in her stomach from talking to a cute boy, but Savannah's feeling more spontaneous than ever. The game of flirting is her expertise. And, it looks like she's found her latest player.
She sighs in relief at his agreement, sending a sweet smile towards Wes' way. "An injured wrist and a good-for-nothing roommate?" she gasps in mock horror. "It looks like you'll be needing a helping hand a lot. Just call me Wes' little helper." she winks.
Rolling her eyes playfully, she laughs, throwing her head back slightly. "C'mon, little cripple. There's breakfast a few blocks away and it's calling our names." The fingers of the hand resting on his good arm traces down his skin before she loops her fingers through his. Pulling him to the direction of the quaint cafe nearby, she keeps her fingers wrapped around his as they begin a stroll around Central Park. However, after a minute of two, she suddenly stops, and lets go of his hand before turning to him with a devilish grin on her lips.
"Race you to the entrance of the park!" she says quickly before dashing off, running faster than the speed of light.
