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Mar. 4th, 2015 12:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cagedlambThings were...still a little touch and go between Booker and her.
But better. Much better. Elizabeth knew that and appreciated that. Since the day they began to talk again, it had almost been an attempt to start fresh, which seemed to be a trend in this place for her. She treated it as just another thing for her to adjust to. Still, there was one hurdle that she knew had to be addressed before she really allowed herself to start letting her defenses down around him.
They had stopped talking specifically because of his inability to accept she would make decisions he might not like sometimes without talking to him first. Delsin and she had been dating ever since then, and it was important for her to see him at least make an effort to get to know him. It was why she decided, then, to put together a small meal for the three of them - one she hosted in the comforts of her little apartment.
She was just about done with cooking the relatively simple meal of chicken and pasta when they arrived, one after the other. She excused herself into the kitchen to finish up putting it all together. She quietly hoped the night would go well as she worked on putting portions of the meal onto plates.
It had to go well.
But better. Much better. Elizabeth knew that and appreciated that. Since the day they began to talk again, it had almost been an attempt to start fresh, which seemed to be a trend in this place for her. She treated it as just another thing for her to adjust to. Still, there was one hurdle that she knew had to be addressed before she really allowed herself to start letting her defenses down around him.
They had stopped talking specifically because of his inability to accept she would make decisions he might not like sometimes without talking to him first. Delsin and she had been dating ever since then, and it was important for her to see him at least make an effort to get to know him. It was why she decided, then, to put together a small meal for the three of them - one she hosted in the comforts of her little apartment.
She was just about done with cooking the relatively simple meal of chicken and pasta when they arrived, one after the other. She excused herself into the kitchen to finish up putting it all together. She quietly hoped the night would go well as she worked on putting portions of the meal onto plates.
It had to go well.
