Lyric was oblivious to Chance’s dismay about turning down the walk home, focused as she was on the process of choosing and then paying for her slushie. She waited to one side as Chance ordered one as well, smiling happily between her sips. She’d gotten a mixed one, half cherry and half blue raspberry. She loved both flavours and simply couldn’t choose which one to have, so both!
Lyric laughed when Chance gave himself a brain freeze or something, and nodded at his explanation that the drink was sweet. “That’s the best bit!” She teased, taking another sip of her combo and walking with Chance out of the store and back into the muggy evening air. It was perfect weather for slushies, too. Ice-cream would melt too fast to be enjoyable, but slushies didn’t stop being tasty even when they were more liquid than ice.
A gasp left Lyric at the small tale about Chance’s youth when he was ill, and she stared with wide eyes at him. “I’m so glad you’re better now!” She said with complete honesty, eyes still wide as she took another sip of her drink, processing the little story. “That must have been so annoying,” she said thoughtfully. “Always restricted by your poor health.” She wanted to quiz him about how he was better now, but didn’t think it was her pace, they were only just friends and it would be rude and possibly ruin their nice evening.
So instead, she took another sip of her drink and looped her free arm through Chances. “My street is in this direction,” she said with a warm smile. “Papa and Noct will be waiting up,” her tone was thoughtful, “Is anyone waiting for you to get home?” He really hadn’t said much about his family, and it hadn’t sounded like they were local.
Lyric laughed when Chance gave himself a brain freeze or something, and nodded at his explanation that the drink was sweet. “That’s the best bit!” She teased, taking another sip of her combo and walking with Chance out of the store and back into the muggy evening air. It was perfect weather for slushies, too. Ice-cream would melt too fast to be enjoyable, but slushies didn’t stop being tasty even when they were more liquid than ice.
A gasp left Lyric at the small tale about Chance’s youth when he was ill, and she stared with wide eyes at him. “I’m so glad you’re better now!” She said with complete honesty, eyes still wide as she took another sip of her drink, processing the little story. “That must have been so annoying,” she said thoughtfully. “Always restricted by your poor health.” She wanted to quiz him about how he was better now, but didn’t think it was her pace, they were only just friends and it would be rude and possibly ruin their nice evening.
So instead, she took another sip of her drink and looped her free arm through Chances. “My street is in this direction,” she said with a warm smile. “Papa and Noct will be waiting up,” her tone was thoughtful, “Is anyone waiting for you to get home?” He really hadn’t said much about his family, and it hadn’t sounded like they were local.
