Vanessa is stuck in her mind, her dreams messing with real life and she can't seem to get them out of her head. She is on edge, her body trying to protect her, and the more she loses sleep, the more the nightmares are able to take over her.
Talon is...
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Talon watched as Vanessa ran out of the coffee shop. He wasn't sure why he had asked and part of him was nervous that he was the reason she rushed out so quickly. Taking a mental note of the time, he realized she was later than normal.
Talon couldn't help but wonder where she worked. If she was late, would her boss yell at her? Did she work in a relaxed environment like he did at the coffee shop? Obviously not, considering the whirlwind of her departure. His manager had become like family to him, helping him out when he was struggling with taking care of his mother.
Grabbing a rag from under the counter, Talon went to work on cleaning the table Vanessa had been sitting at.
Vanessa. He thought, pondering the sound of her name.
It was a pretty name. He very much enjoyed the way it rolled off the end of the tongue. When he added a little flair mentally, it seemed to just get better. He could see himself saying a name like that for the rest of his life. Before Talon could go too far down that pathway, especially with a girl that he didn't really know, he tried to focus on the table in front of him.
The way the wood grain traveled along the edge, dancing with different shades of dark lines. He couldn't focus though, no matter how many times he reminded himself, his thoughts led back to Vanessa. She was one of the most beautiful creatures he'd ever seen.
