“So–How many people in here do you think are whispering about us?” Lydia asked, leaning across the table, a cheeky grin on her face.
“What do you mean?” He asked innocently.
“I’m thinking they are all looking at each other going ‘How did that middle age man land such a hot piece of twenty something ass?’” She chuckled and took a long sip of her drink.
“Maybe they are thinking how did that girl wrangle such a ruggedly handsome older man.” Tristan raised an eyebrow at her with a smirk, and she laughed into her drink, causing it to bubble some below the straw. People were actually starting to look at them now.
“How do you think they would react if they knew we were both hundreds of years old, masquerading, and with the blink of an eye we could move this entire restaurant to the bottom of the ocean?” Lydia asked.
“Probably with fear,” Tristan assured her quickly, “Because you’re starting to scare me. Can we not blink and move the restaurant to the bottom of the ocean, please?”
“You’re no fun.” She pouted slightly, but then perked up at the thought of a new game. “I’m going to go stand near the bar and get hit on, feel free to come over and play jealous boyfriend if you want.”
“I don’t know–I don’t really feel threatened by any of them. Can they blink their eyes and take you to the ocean?” He teased good-naturedly.
Lydia stuck out her tongue. “Just watch me walk away, let me flirt with someone, and then come over and make me feel wanted, okay?” Tristan gave her a salute, and she gave him a wink, swinging her hips as she walked.
Originally posted in a raw format on December 20, 2013 as a part of the “Legal Theft Project” at Building a Door. Edited and re-posted because, I like Lydia and Tristan and I want to do more with them over here.