Dinner First, Then Stories

You pull back from Clara reluctantly, your lips still tingling from the intensity of your kiss. Her fingers linger on your lower back, tracing the Celtic knot with something like wonder in her eyes.

"As much as I'd love to continue this," you suggest, your voice carrying that lilting Irish cadence that now feels completely natural, "maybe we should eat dinner first? The food smells amazing."

The temporary IQ boost has your mind working with crystal clarity, helping you navigate the charged atmosphere with newfound poise. You're acutely aware of how the emerald silk clings to your newly enhanced curves as you step back, catching David's eye where he stands awkwardly in the kitchen doorway.

"Right," David says, clearing his throat. "Thai's getting cold." His eyes keep darting between you and Clara, clearly struggling to process the passionate display he just witnessed.

Clara smooths down her blouse, her cheeks still flushed. "Good idea. I'm starving after that budget meeting from hell." She slips off her tailored blazer, revealing how the pale blue silk of her blouse accentuates the curves you've become intimately familiar with. "What did you order?"

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"Bit of everything," David replies, gesturing toward the dining table where he's laid out containers of pad thai, green curry, and spring rolls. "Wine?"

"God, yes," Clara says with feeling.

You take your seat at the table, the silk dress riding up slightly on your thighs as you sit. You catch both David and Clara tracking the movement before they quickly look away, pretending they weren't staring.

David pours three glasses of white wine, his hand slightly unsteady. "So," he says, clearly reaching for normal conversation, "how was work?"

"Busy," Clara replies, her eyes flicking to you with barely concealed heat. "But productive." Her foot finds yours under the table, sliding alongside your ankle in a way that sends shivers up your leg.

"And you, Mia?" David asks, passing you a plate. "How are you... adjusting?"

The question carries layers of meaning, and with your enhanced mental clarity, you catch all of them. He's asking about your transformation, about the tasks, about Clara. His expression is a mixture of curiosity and something harder to define—perhaps jealousy, perhaps concern.

"I'm discovering new things about myself every day," you answer carefully, helping yourself to pad thai. The gold bracelet on your wrist catches the light as you reach for the serving spoon.

Clara raises her wine glass. "To discoveries, then."

David echoes the toast, but his eyes remain watchful over the rim of his glass.

21:00 | Monday 4 August 2025 | Putney Flat

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