The coffee is on me

[Lovely]

June 23, 2008
early afternoon
The Diner

Annia's morning had gone less than pleasantly, some idiot ran into her coming out of the minimart at the gas station and spilled a large hot coffee all over her front. She was pretty sure the stain wasn't going to come out of the white shirt she'd been wearing by the time she would be able to wash it. She'd managed to get cleaned up and changed in the public bathroom at a rest stop shortly afterward, she'd been way too pissed off to stick around the gas station. Annia thought about punching the guy but she was sure some girl just adored his pretty face and he probably would have cried anyway. She chuckled softly to herself at that rather mean spirited thought as she now sat in the little diner looking over the menu she had open on the table in front of her. After hours of driving she'd taken the chance of stopping again to get more coffee and perhaps something to eat as well, hence the menu she was mulling over.

Her attention was stuck in the folds of the menu and she hadn't homed in on him... yet. He'd seen her come in. Twice in one day was no accident, nor was the fact he'd seen her even before that, but that was wishful thinking taking form. A brunette seen in silhouettes and shadows in vague and confusing dreams could have taken on nearly any face, but he had a feeling about this one. He slipped out of the booth he'd been sitting in and settled across from her, elbows on the table and seeming to hide behind her menu on purpose. "Can I get you a coffee?" The accent was nearly non-existent, a slight tint like the sweet cream in her drink he'd spilled on her that morning.

She wasn't expecting company and found herself stuck in a moment of indecision behind her menu as she tried to figure out how best to deal with the unexpected visitor. "I'm married or gay.. or both.. so no thank you... You?" She lowered the menu to show off the b*tchy glare meant to scare off whoever was trying to pick her up or hit on her or bother her, but the expression was lost to one of surprise to find the handsome 'idiot' from earlier that morning sitting across from her with his elbows on the table. "Ah.. hmm well maybe -you- can.. do I get to spill it on you?" She actually flashed him a smile, a definite change from her demeanor a moment before and from the glare and grumbles of that morning.

"No thanks, but if you're having jello, maybe we can work something out later tonight," he retorted, acknowledging that the whole first impression was already shot to hell and still running with it. "Look, I'm sorry about this morning. Seriously... coffee on m-... I mean, not on... do you take cream?"

"Heh you're funny." She shook her head slightly to the jello comment though the smile peeked out again and she did laugh a little. Her head tilted to the side, her eyes full of amusement as he stumbled through offering or insisting he buy her some coffee to make up for earlier. "You're not as sorry as my shirt is." She offered a sort of forgiveness with her teasing reply. "Lots of cream and sugar. Thank you."

"If it's any consolation, burned my hand," he said, pointing the back of his other hand, offering to show her if it would make up for the rest. "There was something I had to take care of and I wasn't watching.. and I'm sure the shirt isn't half as sorry as I am for not watching earlier. What's your name?" The smile and the spark of curiosity beamed from a genuinely kind expression.

"Burned my chest." She countered and motioned to her front where the coffee had scalded her, thankfully it wasn't too bad, no worse than a sunburn. "I'd offer to kiss your hand better but .. well.." Her mind wandered for a moment to him kissing her burn better.. that was kind of a nice little image. "I'm Annia." She switched the subject before her mind wandered any further with the image. ".. and you are?"

"Enjoying that thought and a few others," he nodded, pushing back off the table to take his jacket off. The sound of keys and something heavier weighing down his pockets thumped against the vinyl beside him and his pale blue oxford-covered t-shirt. "Galen," he offered quietly, leaning back down and glancing around the place with caution.

"Right.." She murmured with a chuckle under her breath at his mention of enjoying that thought, she couldn't say anything really she'd been doing the same. She continued to entertain some juicy thoughts as her eyes roamed over him while he stretched and shifted to get his coat off. Yeah, he was definitely pretty to look at and Annia was slowly starting to be glad he'd spilled coffee on her, if he hadn't they might not be talking right now. "Nice to meet you.." She bit her lip for a second as if unsure but then carefully moved her arm and held her hand out to him across the table.

He glanced at her hand then to her face, hesitant to take her hand at first and she'd possibly understand why. His hand was far from cool and a noticeable spark seemed to charge the clasp around her fingers. He blinked away some thought that clouded his mind a moment and reverted to the smile a second later. "Nice," he agreed, not letting go of her hand.

[Lovely]

It was growing stranger by the minute or so it seemed to her, first there had been the feeling that she knew him from somewhere which had stayed with her all morning after the incident at the gas station. Then of course there was how he was here so coincidently at the same time as she was and then came to sit himself down at her table. The handshake and what she felt from it was sort of the final stroke of weird to tell her there was more to this than a simple chance encounter. Annia's gaze drifted to the hand he continued to hold and then up to his face, her eyebrow arching as if to ask him what he was thinking behind that smile of his. "Yeah.. nice.." She wondered if he could feel the energy that pulsed within her and flowed through her, his grip had it's own spark and charge and his hand was warm. He was different.. like she was different.. and he'd been at that gas station and now he was here.. was it even possible that he was heading to the same place she was? If he was, did that mean she wasn't crazy or that he was?

"Be careful with that," he added with a twist of his grin, knowing but not telling anything more to confirm it wasn't her imagination or his. He squeezed gently then let go, flexing his fingers against the surge. "Seems we've been going the same direction all day. What brings you out here?"

She sort of chuckled and her hand gently set down on top of the table, her fingers strumming the air as she pondered her answer. "It seems we have.. " She wasn't ready to simply blurt out her reasons for coming out here but she didn't exactly feel like lying to him.. that was odd in itself. Why would it matter if she told a little lie to a total stranger? "Ahh.. well.. sort of a road trip.. maybe a bit of self discovery.. chasing a dream.. maybe I'm just crazy.."

The smile flattened a little with a wash of pale. "A dream? No, that's not at all crazy. Everybody needs t' follow their dreams once in a while. That's cool that y'are. Self discovery can't hurt... Can I ask you something... about that dream?"

She watched his smile disappear and she wondered at what made it go away it made his face that much nicer to look at, though even without it he was handsome. Annia could nearly laugh at herself for noticing and thinking about that right now.. even if it was just for a moment. "Um.. I.. sure.. ask away." She faltered and stumbled on her answer but then set her hand under her chin and let a soft though slightly nervous smile settle on her face.

He held up his fingers, rubbing his thumb against the slightly-numbed fingertips. "This was in it, wasn't it... part of it? Go ahead, tell me I'm full of it, that's fine. Stupid ass pick-up line or whatever you want to say, but please... tell me the truth about that, that you've felt that before."

"Felt..?" Her head started to shake slightly as well as tilting to regard him with questions in her eyes as to what he meant. Annia's gaze drifted down to his fingers as he rubbed them and then to her own hand which she flexed a little. "It wasn't just one dream." She admitted softly, licking at her lips while her fingers brushed over each other much like his had. "Who are you?" She asked, he'd given her his name but how did he know she meant a literal dream and how could he have known what she felt? Her gaze stayed on her hand and she shook her head more firmly. "So what if I have felt it? Just means I'm dreaming again.. and you're not really here.. and maybe that I really have lost my mind."

His grin turned up on one side with a silent chuckle that rippled down his shoulders and chest. Casting his gaze up to the ceiling, his hand, still reddened from their morning encounter, brushed over his face and the sigh fell quietly as he turned back to face her. "I.. am a very lucky man," he said, shaking his head in as much disbelief as her. He reached across the table, holding his fingers out again for her, raising an eyebrow now as if challenging her to test that he was real. "You're not dreaming now, luv. What it means is this... we've had the same dream. We're in it now, talking, touching, breathing... which means.. it's not really a dream, is it?"

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She regarded him for a long moment without reaching for his hand, then a brighter smile finally broke through and she slowly lifted her hand to take his. As their hands touched she took in a slow deep breath letting his energy flow through her more.. like she had in her dreams and there was no question that she'd felt this before, that she'd felt him. "The two of us who have never met.. having the same dream and following it here to meet face to face and for it to be 'real', is not crazy?"

He shook his head and the smile widened. "No guarantees on not being crazy," he chuckled. His thumb brushed over her hand as she let him keep hold. The energy flash has softened to a murmur now. "In all my years, I ... mmm ... tell you what. I think we'll need something stronger than coffee. Do you think they have anything?"

Annia chuckled softly and shook her head to both thinking a diner would have something stronger and to wanting it. "Easy there sailor.. I still have to drive.. I think I should stick with coffee.." She was still holding his hand and at the moment had no desire to let go of it.

"Only ever lived by th'sea, never sailed it. It's alright, though. I think I'll be fine without it. Lasted this long, what's a few more hours, or a day?" He spoke of time as if he'd seen a great deal of it or had little to keep him occupied.

"It was just an expression.. nevermind, that's not important.." She shook her head a little, it all seemed to fit so perfectly in place in this confusing puzzle and that made it a little scary. "It's just so.. I don't know.. You seem so familiar.. even your voice.. but I know I haven't ever met you.. at least not.. while I was awake.. and that is crazy.."

"You'll give me a complex if you keep sayin' you're crazy t'know me. It's not crazy, Annia. Think deeper. It's truth waitin' t'be found," he muttered quietly, trying to reassure her somehow. He looked around the diner again cautiously.

Her fingers gripped his hand a tad bit tighter and she shook her head. "Not crazy to know you.. crazy for knowing you from dreams.. and maybe trying to convince myself that what you said isn't true.. about truth waiting to be found.. I mean some of these dreams were..." She faltered again and her gaze started to move toward his face but paused at his shoulder, she knew the shape of it, the ripple of muscle beneath his shirt. ".. ah.. vivid.." She finished more quietly, pulling her hand and her gaze away as one of those vivid images replayed itself in her mind.. much like the thoughts she'd had about him earlier.

"A very lucky man," he repeated quietly, mostly to himself as he let her sink into her thoughts and he pulled the menu around to peek at it, himself. "Maybe y'ought t'get t'know me from this, from the here'n now instead," he said, looking over the items, then glancing back to her, something devilish and boyish glinting in the way he grinned. "Cuz vivid is a lot better in the flesh."

"Maybe I ought to run.. far and fast?" She didn't really mean that, it wasn't what she wanted or felt like doing. So strange to feel like she needed to be with him when she'd only just met him.. in the flesh. Her eyebrow arched and her gaze drifted back up to take in that devilish and boyish grin. "I keep dreaming of.. a place I've never been and I don't mean the one I'm going to now.. Are you Irish by any chance?" He had a point about vivid and in the flesh but she wondered how much or often they might have had the same dreams, could his comment mean that his dreams had taken the turn hers had?

[Lovely]

"Only on m'mudder's side... and m'da's," he said, exaggerating the accent to tease her. "A wee bit, yes, like mostly all, but for what it's worth, I haven't been to Ireland since I was...," he paused, about to blurt out more than he felt he should in a place this public. "... a boy."

She sighed softly, almost with relief when he said he hadn't been there since he was a boy. There was a certain dream which was very vivid and she was certain it took place.. it didn't matter.. "Well like you said, getting to know you in the here and now.. though I'm not sure how well we can do that over lunch and lunch is all I really have time for.."

Galen shrugged and set the menu down as their waitress came up to the table finally. "Then order, we'll make it quick, and we'll be off," he said, taking a moment to offer a smile to woman waiting on them. '

"Oh.. we will, will we?" She smiled as she gently let him know he hadn't asked and had dictated how things would be and what they'd be doing. Annia chuckled softly and turned to the woman waiting to take their order. "I'll have the turkey club with a salad and a sprite please."

He glanced back at Annia, surprised. "No coffee? I'm hurt," he teased, turning his attention back. "Double burger, no onions, extra cheese, fries and a coke... unless you serve whiskey?"

"I've had enough coffee today.. and if you're having whiskey with lunch.. first I'm going to be slightly worried and second, I'm taking your keys!" Annia chuckled softly with a slight shake of her head.

"Promises," he winked at the woman seated with him, then smiled again at the waitress. "Could we get that to go?"

"To go?" Annia asked with an arched brow as she rested her chin on a perch made from her laced fingers. "Where are you planning to go with it?" She asked him curiously.

"A picnic in the woods," he suggested. "A fine afternoon and there's someplace we both need t'be later tonight."

The images from a certain dream rose up in her mind again and she quickly shoved them back down to keep herself from blushing or drooling or smiling too much. "A picnic in the woods? That sounds nice.. To go is great, thanks." She turned to briefly smile at their waitress before settling her gaze back on the man across from her.

He nodded slowly. "Quite nice. Thank you," he said, dismissing their waitress, or at least ignoring her for now. "Am I that intimidating, really? You're not a shy girl, Annia. I know that already."

"Intimidating? No.. not at all.. A little bossy but mostly quite charming." She chewed her lower lip to keep the smile contained and she let her gaze move over his face, noticing little details about him, like the lines around his eyes when he smiled, the light freckles over his nose.. details that had been clouded by the shadows of dreams. "I just have alot going on in my head right now."

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"I can't possibly imagine," he winked, the mossy green of his eyes lighting up more with the smile once they were 'alone' again. "Told you, it's the same dream... dreams..."

Her eyebrow arched up again and the smile freed itself from the clasp of her teeth, her brown eyes meeting his and showing that she wasn't shy at all. "Maybe I'll let you prove it.. or make you prove.. either way.." She shrugged as if to say it would be enjoyable no matter which way it came about.

"Good thing they don't seem t'serve whiskey or I might not be up t'task," he nodded, eager it seemed to meet her challenge. "Doubt you'd need t'make me, Annia. More than willing on m'own to share. Who do you suppose he is, though? Our humble narrator that keeps interrupting the best parts?"

"Besides annoying?" She chuckled softly at that and that she'd stated it so openly to Galen.. but he already seemed to know enough that she didn't need to pretend to be anything but what she was. "Seriously.. I think he's a man who has something important to share.. I think he's someone who cares enough to reach out to others and keep reaching until they hear him."

"Can hear him just fine. He just doesn't seem t'hear me yelling back to tell him to shut up. I'd rather hear you," he said plainly, honestly, the teasing gone to a gentle sincerity.

She was left to simply stare at him with a soft flattered expression on her face, she didn't have a tart reply for him this time. What he said and the way he said it, it touched her in a way she couldn't describe, no one had ever made her feel so important with such a simple statement. "I think you already do.. and you have been, we just hadn't gotten here yet to know it was real."

"Something.. or someone... is guiding us along, Annia," he said quietly, taking the napkin and silver off the table and tucking it into his jacket without a second thought. "I don't like it, but I can't ignore it. I couldn't while I had some hope of you being real. You are and as much as it delights, it scares the piss out of me because that means the rest probably is too. How much do you remember beyond the..." He fell short of being crass and describing how they'd come to know each other, and how well, in their minds. He pointed between himself and her, moving on to the thought of their picnic and glancing around for the waitress and their food. He turned and leaned again on the table to speak quietly with her. "There was a lot more than just that dance in the woods."

"I remember more about those dreams than any other I have ever had." She was more reluctant to talk about the dreams but not because of him. "I was following them.. going to the place I saw.. a hotel in the woods." Annia watched Galen and gave a soft smile. "I was sure I was just crazy and I wouldn't find anything there.. but I was also hoping to find that it was all real.. " She mimiced the gesture he had made a few moments before, waving her hand between them.

"Again with the 'crazy'? Would you like fries with that?" He grinned and the spark was back in his eye. She'd mentioned the hotel before he had and he was more reassured. "Strange destiny at work," he sighed, sitting back and waiting for their food. They apparently had a great deal to talk about and if the dream was dead-on, they'd have plenty of time. He poked at the foil covered jelly packets in their plastic holder, pulling out the strawberry ones to dump in his pocket with the silver.

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"You didn't think that you were going crazy at all? Dreaming like that about a woman you'd never met before.. a place you've never been.. they were so real.." She asked him as she set her chin in her hands again, her gaze still lingering on his handsome face. "Strawberry is my favorite." She commented quietly as he took the jelly packets, she wondered why he was taking things but didn't ask yet.

He held up one of the packets, looking at it then her with a smile. "I'll keep that in mind. And I didn't think.. I knew I was, but I was a bit crazy long before the dreams started." He hushed himself, seeing the waitress approaching with their food.

Annia looked up to the waitress with a smile and she took the check to pay for the food, handing the slip back to the girl with enough to cover the tip too. "Thank you, I'm all set." She let the girl go off and turned back to smile at Galen. "Well.. you know I'm not that shy.. so, you wanna get out of here?"

He did but a glimmer of a chill washed over him. There were certainly some pleasant moments in those dreams, but there was a great deal more that wasn't as cuddly. He shook it off as he reached for his jacket and full pockets to put it on again. "Very much," he said, flashing the waitress a fake grin of gratitude for the quick service. "One thing.. are we ... I mean.. are you driving or am I?"

"Maybe I should follow you?" She suggested as she got herself ready to head out the door, sliding to the edge of the bench to let him know she was all set to go. "I just don't think either of us should leave our cars here.. not that mine is that great or anything, but I did pack a bag for the trip and that's in there."

"I lead, you follow... that will be certain trouble. Hope you're up for it," he cautioned. "Luck runs with me all the time... but it's not always good."

"We'll see... Knowing my luck my car will break down and you'll be gone off into the horizon." She stood and reached for his hand to walk with him out to the parking lot.. maybe it was to make sure he was really solid and not just a figment of her imagination. The dreams had been very vivid and she had the passing thought that this could just be another one.

Her fingers met a warm welcome as his own twined into them. He'd been thinking similarly that this could flash in a moment to the next scene that would have little to do with the diner or the food that smelled far too real to be in his head. He'd been tricked enough recently that he had to be sure. He pulled a bit to keep her close to his shoulder as he tried to start toward his own car that looked like a dream itself, or certainly from another time. The deep, aged red had been polished to a loving sheen and the chrome grill grinned out at them from the space he'd parked her in. "If you don't mind following her, she'll lead y'straight to morning."

"I can't.." She whispered after a few moments of awed silence. "My car is not worthy to drive behind that beautiful creature.. " She stared at the amazing car and then turned her gaze to the handsome man beside her.

"S'only a car, Annia. Just... don't let her hear that," he said quietly. "Guaranteed not to lose sight of her on a busy road... like this." He teased, looking down the road each way and not even seeing the glimmer of headlights. "Thing is, she seems to know where she's going and I'm not sure I do. Do you think you know the way?"

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"Only a car?" She scoffed almost as if she was insulted on the car's behalf, though Annia smiled at him and held onto his hand in a gentle clasp. Her gaze followed his up and down the road and she agreed but didn't mention her own car troubles again. The indirect hint from before was enough and she was now embarrassed by her car. "I have a general idea of where I'm heading. Why?"

"Luck... It only gets me so far and best when I'm not distracted. Right now? I'm distracted and I'm enjoying it. We could end up in some entirely different hotel, is all I'm saying... and probably more than I should have."

"Probably.. but I'll keep that little slip of information filed away for later use." She leaned up and nearly kissed him, it just felt so natural and she didn't even think about it. What she was thinking about was one of the rather steamy scenes from her dreams.

He felt the movement and turned, finding her there in reach. The worst that might happen is he'd wake and she'd be gone again. He reached out to her before she stepped back or thought anything else, attempting the kiss.

She almost dropped the take out food as she reached first with that arm and then the other to wrap around his shoulder and press them more firmly together. She wasn't shy at all about holding or kissing him right there in the parking lot of the diner.

Sweet and real, the kiss held him as steadfast as she did for a long moment. Still held, he peeled away to look in her eyes. "Forgive me now for the coffee?" His eyebrow wiggled a little. "Please don't drop my burger."

"What coffee?" She asked with a soft almost breathless laugh, her hand gripped the bag with their food a little tighter and her fingers stroked the back of his neck. "Kiss me again and I'll forgive you for anything you want me to."

"I'll keep -that- little slip of information.. entirely to m'self," he said, taking her words as a promise sealed with another kiss. He reached for the bag to free her other hand.

When he kissed her again she knew she was awake and all of the hazy scenes from her dreams which involved him were sparkling clear, they played through her mind as she wrapped her now free arm around him and fired her kiss to become more passionate. She never would have thought this kind of thing could happen to her, to know so surely and in an instant .. to feel this kind of connection to anyone. Her fingers sifted into the short hair at the back of his neck, holding him gently while her kiss lingered.

"Please tell me the drive isn't long from here," he murmured, carrying the kiss to her cheek. "Or I might insist on taking just my car to keep you close."

"It's long enough.. and I only saw it in dreams.. so honestly I can't say for sure how far or how long it will really take." She smiled a little sadly at the thought of being away from him for an extended period of time when she'd just gotten her arms around him.

"Then we'd better start so we can arrive. You're sure you want to bring your own car?" He wasn't certain he could convince her, and perhaps if it really wasn't far, they could come get it after they'd figured what was happening.

"No, I'm not sure I want to bring it.." She was sure she didn't want to be any farther away from him than was absolutely neccessary right now, the energy that flowed around them, from him and how her own changed in response to him was quite intoxicating. "I mostly just need my stuff.. do you have room for my bag?" She couldn't believe how easily the words flowed out, seeming to agree without a pause to going off with him instead of on her own. It wasn't like her car was a big loss but it was not in her nature to trust someone or go off with a guy she'd just met. But she knew him, from the dreams, the feel of their combined energy, how amazing it all was and how perfect he seemed now.. not the flawless impossible perfect, just perfect to her with any flaws or bad habits he might have.

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Looking at the car, then her, he shrugged. "One bag? Sure, unless you're talking a full steamer trunk," he said. His expression faltered to something distant and pensive a moment. "No one travels with those these days, so what have I got to worry about, hm? Grab it, let's go."

"No, not a steamer trunk.. " She chuckled and went to her car to pull the bag from the backseat, she felt strange as she moved away from him. The flow of energy changed and she could feel his absense much more accutely than anyone she'd met before him. She slung the strap over her shoulder and turned to hurry back toward him and the much more envigorating energy he gave off.

She appeared to practically run back as if he was going to leave without her. He couldn't deny it felt nice having her closer by him. More snips of the dreams floated into view as he watched her, trying not to let the fear of the darker shadows show. She'd shared the dreams, it seemed, so why would he need to bring them up? The food was set carefully on top of the satchel that sat on the floor behind his seat, nestled carefully so it wouldn't tip easily. He reached out for her bag next as she came up alongside him. "Think happy thoughts and maybe we'll get there faster," he suggested, thinking some really happy thoughts from the other parts of the dream as he looked her over.

"I don't think we'll have trouble finding a spot to pull off for a picnic before the food gets cold.. Unless you're hoping for something a little more secluded.. then it might take just a little longer but I don't think we'll have any trouble finding just what we want." She smiled a little, reaching out to touch him and feel his energy flow more directly, her fingers ran over his arm.

Maybe he'd found it already, but did he need to outright say such a thing? The surge was purely electric, moreso this time than moments before as he focused on that one thought. "Power of positive thinking... s'a good thing. Time to get going. I don't care if the food's cold. Some thigns are a little more important right now. I can't believe I said that, either," he said, marveling at himself.

"I'm glad you did.. sometimes hearing something is different from simply 'knowing it'.." She chuckled and shook her head, sure he would think she was a little off for saying such a thing. "I'll just go get in the car." She moved to go around to the passenger side and hopefully not say anything else weird sounding.

He tried to figure what she meant, working the words in his mind. Perhaps hearing it did make a difference, making something more real than just conceiving the thought. She got in on her side and he slid into his seat. The car was as stunningly classic and classy on the inside as it was on the outside. He shut his door gently and turned to her. "Not known for being positive or putting anything above a hot meal, I'll have you know... or hear."

She giggled, her bright grin showing for a moment as she regarded him and considered his statement. "Is that so? Well... in that case.." She quickly leaned forward, her hand lifting to the back of his neck and her mouth seeking his for one hell of a kiss... if he didn't mistake it for an attack and jump out of the car or something.

She surprised him yet again. "What cloud did you descend from?" He asked in a whisper once he'd caught his breath after the lingering and delicious kiss. He'd already forgotten mostly about the food, much like she'd forgotten and forgiven the coffee.

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She giggled again and pointed over his shoulder. "That one over there." She teased before leaning to nip lightly at his lips. "Lucky for you I wanted some coffee, so I hopped down." Up close his eyes were even more breath taking, she felt like she could gaze into them forever.

"If you only knew," he grinned, the secrets he held sparkling faintly in the gaze she peered into. Lucky for him, indeed. "Hopped down and landed right in my lap." He almost said something else, but left a heavy pause marked by the charming grin hanging in the space between them for her to wonder... or maybe she'd 'heard' it already anyway and knew what he didn't say out loud.

"If you don't start driving... there is a very good chance we're going to get arrested for.. doing what we'll be doing in this parking lot." She warned him with a tempting smile and mischievious sparkle to her own dark eyes. Her hand rubbed lightly at the back of his neck, the energy around her charged in a delightful way.

"Okay, maybe you have a really good idea," he said, clearing his throat a little and adjusting back in his seat. He reached up to move her hand from his neck. "Somehow I don't think I'm the one driving at the moment. Hold that thought... over there... for now. What's the speed limit here?" He looked around for signs as he fumbled for the keys and slid them in the dash to start the purr of his magnificent machine.

"Maybe.." She teased some more and almost reluctantly leaned back against her own seat, she'd never felt an energy that revved her up like his did.. well maybe in a dream but feeling it here and now was so much more intense. It seemed to spark more vivid memories of those dreams, specifially the parts that were just the two of them and she was eager to feel the real thing in that regard as well. In the back of her mind she worried a little of what he might think of her being so forward, bold, and fast.. but if her remembered and felt like she did, he wouldn't judge her for this unusual behavior. "Not so sure there is a speed limit." She didn't mean on the road.

He glanced over with a wicked smile and started them out of the lot finally. The road that stretched out to either side from the lot seemed to shimmer and made him blink and squint, not sure what he was seeing or not seeing. "The road shouldn't move, should it?" He didn't think much more of it than the strangeness of the rest. He shook his head and started out the direction he'd been heading.

She stretched her arms up and over the head rest to hang her hands down the back of her seat and let her legs uncurl a bit in the space in front of her seat. She seemed to relax easily in this car with a 'strange man', she grinned a bit, studying his profile as he regarded the road. "It's probably just the heat.. or maybe you're dreaming again?" She offered a suggestion in reply to his question about the road moving.

He chuckled, "Both, definitely." He had to be dreaming. Even on the way here he hadn't seen another car on the road and they didn't see any now, though there were others at the diner. He glanced in the mirror and didn't think they'd gone over too much of a hill, but the diner was already no longer visible. "Huh.. Too freakin' weird," he muttered, not sure what was real now at all... except her and the hand he reached for to hold while he drove. "Give me that... please?"

She watched him for a moment before bringing her arm down from the head rest and firmly taking his hand, she was gentle but the grip seemed to reassure him she was there and very real. She felt that pleasant tingle from his energy and sighed as if he'd whispered sweet kisses over her neck. It wasn't easy for anyone who didn't manipulate energy like she did, to understand how different even the most ordinary things could feel. "All yours.." She murmured, perhaps meaning more than the clasp of her fingers around his.