Her eyes searched for any sign of an expression that may take hold of her friendâs features as the conversation fell silent for a brief moment. Usually even the shortest of silences would be deemed awkward in Wendyâs mind, and thus result in her feeling as though it had been centuries since the last word was spoken, but with Jeremy time was exact â faster, actually. A happy little side effect of being close friends with someone, she assumed.
At the utterance of his words, a small smile eased its way onto her visage. Wendyâs once knitted eyebrows smoothed out into their default state. She motioned a nod that seemed somewhat proud of what had been said; seized with pleasure. It was nice to know that her dedication and sacrifices were noticed, even if only by a minority.
She laughed to herself, listening to the other and watching him part with his hat only to expose the dreaded âhat hairâ. At the mention of a few words she couldnât help but buzz in. âForget about you?â her tone was amused, âIs that even possible? There is no doubt in my mind that I will forever remember you.â Her head shook as she attempted to hide her amusement with a more earnest appearance. âBesides, isnât law a rather boosting career pathway financially?â she quirked a brow at the other before her vision drifted off to the waiter which had been summoned to the table to take their orders.
Once the waiter had departed with their requests, she continued on with what she had been saying. âLaw is quite an impressive career money-wise, right? So Iâm sure youâll be way more filthy rich than me. If anyone is going to be busy swimming in money it will be you.â
Jeremy laughed indulgently, nodding slowly. âYou have, no doubt, already formed your conclusions from logic reasoning onto me,â he said. âMy goal is as plain as a pikestaff, and the more you see into it the plainer it becomes. Still, of course, one who dedicates hard work to save their client will earn them great fortune, but money interests me the least. You see  â  I intend to do my very best to help those in need; to bring justice, perseverance and strong will. Like, the concept of being a superhero, basically." He softly chuckled, grinning gleefully before spotted the waiter making his way toward their table. Why, speaking of heroes, here arrive our drinks to save us from our drowsy misery.â
"An Iced coffee and an espresso shot," The waiter announced while carefully distributing the beverages between the two and left after giving slight bow. "Enjoy."
Jeremy was transformed when he was hot upon such a scent from his glass. His face flushed and darkened. His brows were drawn into two hard black lines, while his eyes shone out from beneath them with a steely glitter. His face was bent downward, his shoulders bowed, his lips compressed, and the veins stood out like whipcord in his long, sinewy neck. His nostrils seemed to dilate with a purely animal lust for the chase, and his mind was so absolutely concentrated upon the strong drink before him that a question or remark fell unheeded upon his ears, or, at the most, only provoked a quick, impatient snarl in reply. Swiftly and silently he picked up his cup and took a small sip. It was just like how he imagined it to taste, powerfully bitter, as is soothing. Jeremy raised his attention and watched his friend with the interest which sprang from the conviction that every one of his actions was different towards hers.Â
