Starving

"Ordered!" she squealed quietly as she hit the button on her amazon order for a 6-pack of vampire teeth and denture adhesive. Isaac was going to love this. She glanced up when he held the cup out to her and smiled real bright.

"Thank you, Isaac!" She set her phone on her lap, took the cone cup from him, and greedily downed the water. A breath of relief escaped her when she pulled the cup away from her lips. Her voice sounded smoother when she spoke again. "That is sooo much better."

Then, she glanced over to Isaac and quirked a brow with a small grin. "I've got a surprise for you in a few days. I'll text you when I get it, okay?" She paused for a few moments, studying his face and wondering if it was just her or if he wasn't exactly happy right now. Well, she was no empath, so she was probably completely wrong, but she thought it safe to ask anyways. Her thanks would have to wait until after she got her answer.

"Isaac, is something bothering you?"

Isaac's shutting himself off brought a pout to Tiffany's face. She was concerned for him, of course she was; this was Isaac we were talking about, after all. She stared at him as he stared at the floor, and she reached to move her fingers into his vision and catch his attention.

"Isaac, you can talk to me about anything. I promise I'll listen to what you have to say no matter what it is. I won't tell a soul, either." Tiffany closed all her fingers but her pinky and extended it towards him. "Pinky promise. If I break my promise, you can cut off my pinkies. Ooor whatever punishment you want to give." For some people, mutilating someone's hands just wasn't enough. She could get that--sort of.

Tiffany's brows flew up and she couldn't help but stutter and blush because what else could she do?? It took her several moments to even get her mind straight past a gold flash of her eyes. When the gold faded, she found she was still staring at Isaac with eyes wide.

...Was there a way to die by thinking a specific thing? Like, three specific things that unlock death when you think about them. Orange monkey eagle.

...Nope, not dead.

So many questions were running through her mind right now and she very seriously considered asking each one. Why did he like her? When did this happen? How did this happen? Was he sure that he had these sorts of feelings for her? Because she knew that lonely people often jumped at the first person to show them attention even if they didn't really like them and--ohhh no.

Tiffany suddenly found herself with a lot to think about. But...for now, priority #1.

"Thank you for telling me," she said softly. "I'm really glad that you trusted me enough to say that." After another couple moments of serious thought, she said, "Do you want to get to know me? I'm--not asking whether you should or not, but if you want to."

His answer made Tiffany think some more, and yes she was conflicted but she didn't think they were just fleeting feelings just because she paid him attention. This was something to take very seriously. Should she ask him to let her know again in a couple months if he feels the same? What if he forgot? Should she pester him relentlessly with analyzing questions? No way, that would just ruin everything altogether and then she wouldn't even be able to talk to him. Should she text her boyfriend? No, she couldn't--she pinky promised that she wouldn't tell anyone. You don't go back on pinky promises.

"Isaac," she murmured, but she didn't say anything else for several moments. She rested her hands on her midsection and her eyes flashed gold again. "Do you regret telling me...?"

The gold faded away, and Tiffany found herself with her teeth biting at her lip and her brows furrowed and her nose slightly wrinkled. All in the name of thought--or intense concentration. She let out a huff and turned onto her side, facing Isaac. Her head still felt a little light, so she was a bit slow in her movements.

"Thank you for bringing me here, Isaac. To the infirmary, I mean--it was very kind of you. I want some time to think; will you be able to make it back to your dorm okay? I'll text you later."