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Nikki wrinkled her nose at the plate of chips and shook her head no, pushing them away with the tip of her finger. She wiped her hand of any grease on a napkin, pretending she hadn't noticed Blake's oh so obvious attempt to avoid her questions. It was a quality in him that she had always detested, even when they were teenagers. She hated just circling the problem of any situation and never getting to the core of it. It was better to just get to it...wasn't it? Well whatever, if Blake wanted to continue acting as if nothing was wrong deep down between them than Nikki could play along too.
"Blake, if you're keeping Bertie Bott's Beans in your socks, than you're stranger than I originally thought you were." she said laughing. The mood between them was becoming lighter and more fun, and she was beginning to feel comfortable enough to start acting like herself around him. "There is no way I will ever eat anything you give me unless I see you buy it."
She grabbed her coffee cup as shook closer to the edge of the table from Blake slapping the table and shurrged her shoulders at his question. "Well, I didn't really just decide I didn't want to show up." she explained. "I was away on leave to help my dad out." Speaking of him, she would need to write to him soon and tell him all about her new position. He had been more excited than her when she had told him about it. She needed to do a better job keeping up with him.
Nikki lifted her cup up to her lips as Blake began to stutter nervously again and waited for whatever he was trying to say. "Come on Blake, spit it out." she said before taking a sip. She regretted it admittedly. She began to cough wildly and her blue eyes widened as the words flew from Blake's mouth. She stared back at him, her mouth opening and closing a few times as she struggled to find words to say. What was she supposed to say? "Um...congrats." she squeaked out. She felt like running. She wanted so badly to get out of this stupid cafe and run home, run anywhere! But she stayed put, telling herself that running wasn't an option anymore. She wasn't seventeen anymore, she was a twenty-eight year old woman, and she couldn't run form life when it got difficult.
There had been a time when he carried around all sorts of bits and bobs in his trusty socks; it was the only way he knew to keep his stuff out of the claws of his siblings. However, no bean had dwelt in his socks since Hogwarts. "
Oh, come on, you don't mean that. I make a mean lasagna." He nodded enthusiastically. His lasagnas were glorious, loaded with cheese and meat, and a bit hard to digest, but yummy all the same. "
Next time I make it, I'm gonna send you some, and you better eat it." He said, his brows raised, pointing his index finger at his blonde friend.
Nikki's dad. He didn't want to think of Nikki's dad. Mr. Finn had scared him when he once visited Nikki on summer break, and honestly, he scared him still. "
How is he, your dad?" He inquired to be polite, nibbling at his cupcake distractedly, a bit of icing smudged on the tip of his nose.
He continued to busy himself in his cupcake, although, he was no longer hungry. Nikki's reaction to the news broke his heart. For a split second, she looked inexplicably young, like that Nikki whose heart he had broken once before. The breath he had been holding for numerous seconds finally escaped, somewhat alleviating the tightness in his throat. "
Yeah, um, thanks." He gave her a weak smile, showing her his ring finger where his wedding ring sat snugly, glinting wildly in the sunlight. He dropped the half-eaten cupcake on a plate, and stood up hastily, nearly knocking over the table. Mouth opened, he rummaged around his brain for the next set of words, but to no avail. "
Well," This escalated quickly, huh? "
I'm sss . . ." Sorry? Not the best thing to say, mate. "
I should be going, Nik." He swallowed hard, blue eyes blinking rapidly, arm extended for a handshake. Awful, terrible, disastrous!
OOC: ;___; *hugs Nikki, slaps Blake*