*he had turned the color of grape when she told him those things. him, a good boyfriend? it seemed… strange, being told that. especially by the woman who he felt so much for but it was silly wasn’t it? too fast. too soon. too, too fast. and she had so many friends. what did he have to offer? he had no powers. he wasn’t a genius. he was just a painter. that was it. she deserved a millionaire*
…y-yeah… it’ll be… i hope so…
She reached over to pat his hand gently just as the waitress came over with their drinks, Katelynn’s hot chocolate looking a bit rushed while Jack’s had a little candy cane sticking through it and topped with chocolate sprinkles. Katelynn had been so wrapped up in their conversation she had forgotten about the cake.
“Here you are, enjoy!” the waitress said, winking at Jack before scurrying away.
Katelynn noticed a bit of ink on the napkin under Jack’s drink and pulled it out carefully, trying not to spill his hot chocolate. “Oh wow,” she whispered, looking it over discreetly. “She left her phone number on it with a heart.”
She slid it back and grabbed the candles, putting them on the pieces of cake. “That’s pretty daring.” She began to light the candles with the matches she had in her pocket.
Blushing a bit, Katelynn began to sing softly, “Ha-Happy Birthday to you…Happy B-Birthday to you…” Trailing off and smiling. “Make a wish.”
*he had stared, unblinking, at the napkin. her name was marie. her number. he’d never… oh wow. really? he’d never gotten a name this way before. or a number. jack turns to look over his shoulder just as marie happens to catch him looking and winks again. turning back, just as katelynn lit the candles on the cake slices*
…a wish…
*i wish i wasn’t afraid of people* hm. *he blows on the candles*
Jack Maple 