“I was way worse at his age.”
‘REALLY?’ Is the only look that’s conveyed as Aurora’s eyes narrow, head instantly turning to Adrian out of annoyance. “Is that supposed to help?” Mock uncertainty and fear play over her features as she shakes her head, hand squeezing down on his forearm as some small affectionate reminder that despite all intensive purposes, his failed attempts at making her feel better hadn’t permanently damaged whatever their unspoken little relationship was.
Aurora mutters a small “You’re an idiot.” Which translates roughly into ‘I love you’. “I can’t even imagine a sixteen year old Adrian Quinn…” Oh but the mental image is so amusing, a laugh falls from her lips as she sinks back into his side obviously finding this better and better as the moments ticked on, the realization dawning on the sheer possibility. “I bet you were the bad boy, weren’t you?” There’s a mocking taunt to her words, but it’s as affectionate as could be. “Did you have allllll the girls falling over you?” Sixteen had only been eight years ago for Aurora, but with how quickly society and the world around them was changing, it was very easy to feel OLD sometimes. Which was ironic considering she was often the youngest. “Adrian Quinn.” She repeats, fingers toying with the back of his hair, “Although… It’s far more likely you were the nerd, right?” Where was the burn unit crisis line when you needed one?
“I don’t think I’ve ever met a cool architect, actually.” God, put a bottle of wine in her and she became savage number ONE.
