"Heading to my hotel." He paused for a moment. "You seemed surprised to hear from me." *** She began to drift back to sleep.
She paused, stirring the cream in her tea. “I am,” she confessed after a moment. “I didn’t think you’d call.” *** A few minutes later, he came back into the room, slipping into bed next to her.
She shrugged and then realized he couldn’t see. “I don’t know,” she said after a moment. “I thought you’d be... preoccupied. There’s distraction everywhere in a new city.” *** He kissed her forehead. “Go to sleep.”
She rolled her eyes, and he would be able to hear the amusement in her voice as she changed the subject. “So, what are you wearing?” she teased. *** It didn’t take long for him to drift off.
He laughed aloud, the sound warm and happy. "Dare I say..? The same suit I left you in. Scandalous, I know." *** (Zoop?)
He was quiet for a moment, letting in silence before finally speaking. "I love you, Beck." *** The next morning, he would find she wasn't next to him when he woke, but he would hear faint upbeat music and the smell of food coming from the kitchen.
There was a silence on the end of the line before he would hear her laugh breathily. “You love me.” *** He sat up on his elbows, squinting sleepily before standing up and going out to the kitchen.
"I would rather have told you face to face, but.. I wanted you to be certain that I wasn't saying it because of your powers." *** Veronica was standing over the stove, humming to the music as she made food.
She put her free hand to her forehead before speaking, the smile evident in her voice. "...I love you too, Mr. Audra." * * * He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her cheek. "What are you doing?"
He grinned, relaxing a bit. "Oh, good. The feeling is mutual." *** She looked back at him with a smile. "Making breakfast."
She laughed deeply, pacing her kitchen now. "I, uh... I'm speechless." * * * "Astute observation," he said wryly.
"I just... I didn't expect this," she said. "I figured... Nevermind. I'm so glad you called." * * * "I did ask. Let me rephrase the question. What are you making for breakfast?"
