Sonya:
Maybe not. Her face went bright red again, looking away. “Oh please, I can’t be that pretty.. I mean, i am in my lazy clothes.” Sonya chuckled, looking back to Hazel. “ But thank you, It makes me feel good to be called pretty, but if you get lost.. I might not want to help you find your way back out. I might.. Just keep you. “ With a wink and a pat on her arm, Sonya turned to the corner to the cafe.
Hazel grinned even brighter, ecstatic to know that their flirtatious manner had rubbed off on her. Even if just a little. “I might just let you...!” they laughed, holding onto her arm that time to lead her around the corner and into the cafe, holding the door open for her like a perfect gentleman. They could be sensible and charming at times. “Now how about that coffee?”













