Avery looked back at Kimiko as she stumbled over her words. He wasn’t sure what the first slang term was, but the second made sense as well as the third. Avery laughed and stood on the other side of the wooden ledge rather than going to get the axes.
Kimiko looks away from him, and Avery rests his arms on the wooden ledge, completely thrilled by Kimiko’s reaction to him showing off for her. ”Kimiko, I’m going to need you to kiss me now,” he asked of her.
He shifted his attention, and a group of older women smiled, laughed, and waved at Avery. He barely acknowledged them before he looked back at Kimiko.
Cassiopeia feels Nic’s hand press into hers, she shifts her attention to look at him, but it feels like she pushing through molasses. The ringing starts in her ears as they walk about the stairs, and Cassi vaguely wonders if she’s having a panic attack.
The fresh air is like a slap to Cassi’s face and she inhales deeply. The sounds of Chicago invade her senses, and she’s never been more glad to be in a busy city. Cassiopeia collapses on the chair and pulls her hair out of the bun.
”I’m sorry. I don’t… I don’t know what that was.”