"Fuck it. Let's get some brunch."

She smiles and her eyes almost thaw, but you can tell she is still guarding that tender heart. You don't want to press your luck. You smile back and follow her out to the car. She reaches her arm back casually and touches your hand tentatively. Its the most fragile of connections, but you couldn't feel more bonded to her if you had accepted her brand. "I don't know about you, but I always work up an appetite when a sissy kisses me so hard I cum. There's a place I know nearby where we can fill up and you can fill me in on what it is you think you're doing."

Your head is in the clouds as Cindi weaves in and out of traffic like she owns the road. Who knows, maybe she does. You wonder how you will answer her question, but honestly, right now you don't have the first clue what you're doing. You just know you'd give anything to suck the beads of sweat that form on her upper lip as she cuts off a cop and almost sideswipes a semi before peeling into a parking spot and stopping on a dime. "Hope you're hungry."

You follow Cindi to a unmarked door in a nondescript building. She makes a series of staccato knocks and the door opens to a dark, winding hallway. You half worry she is leading you to your **** for daring to bet your life on a kiss, but a single squeeze of her hand reminds you that it was worth it.

You arrive at a hidden restaurant with a single booth in the corner. The room is smallish, but ornately outfitted with chandeliers that give off a sparkly glow as it catches the light of the candelabras. The walls are covered in more priceless paintings than you would find in a museum, and the silverware is platinum and the glasses crystal. If Cindi wanted to impress the gulf between your positions, she is doing a good job. "Order whatever you want, Ella. I'm treating. While we fill up, maybe you can explain to me exactly what it is you have to offer."

You order a sea urchin omelet sous vide and watch as Cindi smirks, waiting to see what you come up with. She is on her home turf, her armor is up and she's armed with her cutting smirk and piercing eyes. You smile stupidly as you realize the absurdity of what you are about to offer, and you start stammering before you lose your nerve. "Honestly, I can't promise much. I can't promise you will like me even if you give me a fair chance to get to know me instead of scaring me away or sabotaging this before it even has a chance. I can't even promise I'll like you once I get to know you. But I can promise I won't hold anything back, I'll never lie to you, and you are going to find me surprisingly difficult to scare."

Cindi smiles as you are served your meals. She doesn't waste a second before scarfing down her truffle tartine. It is gone in a matter of seconds and she makes the most adorable grunts as she gobbles it up. You are still starting, savoring the funky flavor while she is busy literally licking the plate. She sets it down with a loud clatter, licking her lips. "You know, you're the first person I've ever allowed to see me eat like that. Usually I get a table for one here. I have these...appetites. I have these urges. You think the Ice Queen act is spooky? You should see me when I'm so hungry it hurts and I...heh no, I'm not ready to share that yet."

You put your hand gently on top of hers. At first it feels like she might snap your wrist before breaking your jaw, but her severe expression softens as you say, "I should see it. It sounds like it might be fun, if I survive it. I know this is gonna sound silly after how we got started, but maybe we can slow things down? You know, I used to dream of holding your hand. Like literally, that's as far as I got even in my dreams. Now, feeling you sweat in my palms as you try to play it cool, I wouldn't trade it for all the sticky stuff we've shared. We have Spring Break...who knows who we'll be by the time it's over? We might even be friends."

Cindi sniffles and pulls her hand free to dry her eyes. "I'd like that. I don't have any friends. Once there was Emma, but...oh God, Emma! What are we going to do about her? You know, don't you?"