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Chloe tilted her head back and hummed in thought, “Flying,” She stated with a dreamy smile, then reached over for the ketchup and squirted some on the side of her plate. She took up her knife and fork and cut the burger in half, then opened one half and pulled out a sad looking tomato and lettuce. She wasnt a fan of them in burgers. She bit into the half and sighed happily, before shrugging to him and thought to give a more serious answer. “This late at night? Only a few things spring to mind.” 

Hook raised his brows at her response, mind wandering to a bit of pot stashed away at the dorm; that, at times, made him feel like he was glowing though, not flying. He watched as she dissected her burger and took a bite, and crossed his legs at the ankle under the table. “Oh yeah?” he asked, a devilish smirk playing at his lips but not fully forming. “And what few things might those be?” Blake inquired, letting his mind wander to what he hoped she might say, and what he might be able to provide.

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“It was alright, fun while it lasted.” She shrugged, feeling as though she threw herself under the bus with her first comment. Chloe definitely didn’t want to come across as boring. “I’m always looking for entertainment.” She replied coyly, crossing one leg over the other under the table. Chlo could feel the way she was looking at him changing, from disdain to vague flirtation and she was glad when the waitress stepped up, setting her burger and fries on the table in front of her.

“Oh yeah?” Hook commented, cocking a brow and leaning forward on his elbows; he leaned back slightly when the food was delivered, and then resumed his position. “What kind of entertainment does a sparrow like?” he inquired, taking another sip of his coffee. The salty smell of the meal made him wish he’d ordered something to eat as well, but he didn’t have enough cash for it. Normally he’d just skip out on the tab, but he was close to graduating; he had been just one term short of completing university at Elias, and he didn’t want to do anything that could get him into trouble with the school. 

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There was a very clear moment of awkwardness shared between them, but Chloe didn’t really feel like she ought to be the one suffering over it so she let it hang there as she took a long drink through her straw. He was watching her intently and she felt powerful again, so when she sat back she decided to put him out of his misery. “My brother’s friend threw a party but it was dying and fast. I had to get outta there.”

He knew she was throwing him scraps, but he was a pirate; he was used to taking whatever he could get. “Oh? Dying at this time of night? Must not’ve been a very good party,” he commented, taking a sip of his coffee, before setting it down and running his thumb along the rim of the mug. “Looking for something more fun, or are you winding down for the night as well?” Blake asked, tipping his head to the side.

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Chloe raised her brows, though the rest of her face remained unamused at the explanation. “Why am I not surprised.” She let the hypothetical question hang in the air between them as she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the straw. There was a small part of her that had hoped he might have changed, or at least be apologetic, but hitting on someone that was spoken for? That sounded exactly like the guy that hit on other girls while on a date of his own. 

At her comment and lack of amusement, Blake chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. “Not sure,” he responded, tilting his head and looking down at his coffee. He suddenly regretted inviting her over very much; clearly she hadn’t forgiven him for having eyes on their first date. Still he had, and she’d obliged, and now she was sat in front of him doing to her straw what he’d wished she’d do to him. Blake fixed his gaze on her eyes as he brought his mug to his lips.

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Chloe held her gaze towards the waitress drawing her drink and setting the glass on the counter in front of her. She frowned slightly at the question, but thankfully he couldn’t see it. There wasn’t much incentive for her to join him, but in a way it sort of felt like payback, so she slipped off the stool onto her heels and carried her coke over to his table. “Sure.” Chlo sat down opposite him and shimmied off her jacket, letting it pool on the chair then rested her hands on the table. “So what happened?”

Blake smiled as she agreed to sit with him, and watched as her jacket fell off her perfectly soft shoulders. Their last date hadn’t gone so well, and deep down he knew it was his own fault. He wondered what she was thinking; her question threw him off for a second, and he frowned. “What hap--oh!” realization sprung across his face and he chuckled down at his coffee. “I er, made a pass at a girl who wasn’t there on her own. Simple misunderstanding, really.” He explained, leaving out the few minor remarks to the man which led to the scuffle.

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“Maybe I should. He might be better company.” She quipped at him, then turned to the waitress again. “And can I get a diet coke as well?” Chloe asked, pulling a straw from the dispenser and twirling it in her hands in anticipation. “No. There was no one worth hooking up with.” Chloe said casually, sitting back on one of the tall stools at the counter and crossed one leg over the other. That might have been for his benefit, in a look how hot I am move. 

Blake scowled at her comment. Bitch, he thought to himself, before cracking a smirk. He liked it. His eyes trailed down to her legs as she crossed them, and he ran his tongue along his bottom lip before looking up to the back of her head. “Want to share a booth?” He asked, running his thumb along the rim of his coffee mug. “Take two?” Blake suggested, tilting his head and raising a brow.

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Chloe wiped away the hair on her forehead and pulled her faux fur jacket closer around herself. It was cold and she’d just come from a house party, so the dress underneath was suitably skimpy. It was one of Seb’s friend’s parties, and it was fun but there was no one worth getting off with, and she’d eventually decided the rest of the party would just be a waste of her time and she’d much rather eat her weight in fries than watch a party reach it’s dying stages. She went into the first open cafe she saw and glanced up when a bell went above her, smiling to herself before heading in more and letting the door close behind her. Chloe went up to the counter and grinned at the woman behind it. “Can I get a cheeseburger and fries?” She asked, and as she went to sit spotted Blake sitting at one of the tables. Her smile immediately dropped. Chloe had done her best to avoid him since their disaster of a date, and couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the sight of him. “Ouch.” She commented blandly at the black eye he sported.

Blake’s raised brows dropped as he spotted who had just entered and he turned his attention down to his hands on the table. His knuckles looked like they were bruising slightly. Of course, he wasn’t going to back out of a fight when a guy had punched him; he ran a calloused fingertip over the bruises, sighing a moment before the waitress returned with his coffee. As he brought it to his lips, his gazed turned up to the blonde who spoke at him. “Should see the other guy,” he retorted, taking a sip and setting his cup down. “Here with anyone?” He asked, tilting his head.

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Blake sat back in the corner cafe and stretched a leg out under the table, before yawning and rubbing at his eye. He hissed in pain and stopped rubbing, remembering just a moment too late that it was the eye that had just met a new fist. How was he supposed to know that the girl he’d hit on was taken? Or that the guy she was with would be so offended by ‘feck off, will ye?’ He wondered for a moment how many black eyes someone could get before it seriously messed with their vision, and this made him think about home. One-Eyed Earl back on the Roger had told him once that his eye had been hit so many times that it was just a pulp behind his lids before he got it removed. Wasn’t sure if he believed that, but who knew? The waitress came over with his coffee, and Blake nodded in thanks. He was supposed to be working on an essay for History, but couldn’t be arsed. Blake had been so good at school lately, that they stopped paying so much attention to him; he wondered if now would be a good time to attempt another escape. As he sipped his coffee and thought on it, the bell over the cafe door jingled, and he glanced up to see who it was.

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Desmond leaned onto the counter, hands clasped together with a smirk plastered on his face. “Tell me, tellmetellmetellme, do you sell those things, those….” He drew his hands out to the approximate size, leaning back to demonstrate what he meant. “Blue flavoured ice things. Snow cone things.” He raised his brows at the woman opposite, expectation written all over his face. When she finally said she had a slushie available he grinned, charming as always, and pumped his fist in the air. “You’re an absolute wonder, did you know that? Hey, how would you feel about spiking that for me? I mean, I know you’re a diligent professional and all but…” He dragged, a hopeful look in his eyes.

Blake opted out of using a basket while he shopped around the little corner store. He took a bag of chips as well as a glass jar of salsa, three chocolate bars, and a jug of cola to go with his rum back at the dorm. His arms were full of junk food by the time he’d reached the counter, where some bloke was talking to a cashier. About twenty minutes ago, Blake had taking a few hits off a spliff in some club, and was having a serious case of the munchies. He opened a candy bar as he waited, and raised a brow as the boy asked for a spiked slushie. “I’ll take one too,” he managed between chewing, taking another bite into the nougat. 

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Chloe felt a little lost in his smile. Usually she was the leader in these sorts of situations, but maybe she’d let her get over excited having been so man deprived for so long. “Oh really? Did you not do school then?” She asked, pushing the napkin with her cutlery to the edge of the table so she could put her elbows on the table. “They do it by age.” She explained to him, trying not to seem patronising. “Nope, I live with family in town.” 

Blake shrugged,shaking his head and leaning an arm over the back of the booth and relaxing a bit. “My uncle taught me to read and write, do sums, that sort of thing. But the rest I sort of picked up over time,” he explained, flicking his nose with his thumb. He figured he’d leave the bit about ‘time’ being a few hundred years for another date, if this one went well. “Sweet,” Blake nodded, lips pulled down in an impressed expression. “I’ve got to get out of these dorms. RA told me I wasn’t allowed to have a barrel of rum delivered to my own room, what kind of bullshit is that?” He shook his head, small frown furrowing his brow. The waiter returned to bring waters and to take their orders.

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Chloe frowned slightly when he started texting, but she supposed she was a big texter too, so she couldn’t get too upset over it. Even if she wanted him to focus on her. “Of course, what kind of maniac doesn’t love mozzarella sticks?” She teased, leaning forward against the table. “So, we go to the same school and we’ve never seen each other before. Weird, right?”

Blake grinned at her question. He distinctly remembered ordering them at some dive bar his dad had taken them all to on one of excursions to restock on the mainland. Hook had been so disgusted with his son’s order that he’d tossed the whole plate on the floor and forced Blake to wait outside till they were all done. Didn’t seem like a first date sort of thing to mention, however. “Yeah, that’s crazy. Never been to school like this, so I’m not sure how they sort people into classes and all that. You live on campus?” Blake asked, looking around for a waiter.

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“Mm, sounds good.” Chloe followed his lead towards the back, eyed out the free tables and chose the booth that she thought looked best. She picked her side and slipped in, crossing her legs beneath the table. The moustached man placed two menus on the table for them and she lay it flat on the table, and focused on Blake instead. “What do you fancy? Want to share an appetiser?” 

Blake’s phone buzzed as they got to the table and pulled it out as he slid into the seat opposite the girl. He grinned at a message from his sister and replied with a string of random emojis before pocketing the device. “Hm? Oh, appetizers, sure.” He nodded, picking up his menu and looking it over. “You like mozzerella sticks?” Blake asked, glancing up at the girl across him.

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Chloe smiled and bit her bottom lip after the little peck, she wanted to grab his neck and give him a real one but that felt a little forward. And he’d planned a nice night out for them! She adored that. “Absolutely,” Chloe slipped through the door and turned back to watch him follow. Only then did she start looking around the place, trying to spot a table for them. 

As Blake followed the girl in, he was hit with a wave of warm air that smelled like Italian seasonings and food, his stomach tightening as if to tell him it was time to eat that at very moment. A slim, black haired gentleman with matching mustache greeted them, telling them to sit anywhere they please. “How ‘bout a booth?” Blake suggested, resting a hand on the small of her back, heading to the rear of the restaurant.

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Chloe spotted Blake from a little way away, and she skipped the final ten feet up to him. “Hey!” She grinned brightly, putting her hand on his upper arm to get his attention. And also just to touch him, because she was always endlessly affectionate, plus she already felt close to him, after their slightly scandalous text exchanges since they’d matched on Tinder. “Nice to actually have you here.”

Blake glanced up when he heard the greeting, and grinned down at the girl when she touched his arm. He promptly pocketed his phone and put his hand up on her opposite arm, and leaned in to give her a quick peck on the cheek. “Nice to actually be here,” he chuckled, and turned, holding his elbow out for her to take. “Hope you’re hungry; I’ve heard good things about this place,” he commented, opening up the door for them.