Cora didn't think she'd see Beau again until their next date, but he sent her a text the following morning, asking if they could meet at the café on Whitley and 5th.
Cora texted: Of course. What time?
Beau texted: Noon. Is it okay if I bring my brother?
Cora had paused at the mention of his brother, her thumbs hovering over the keypad. The only kid she knew was her sister. She wondered if she'd be good with a ten-year-old. She'd have to keep her magic in check around him. Kids noticed more than adults did.
She texted: I don't mind.
Beau hadn't responded, but as promised Cora met him and his brother in Crumbs and Crumble café. There were no Halloween decorations this time, but the café still smelled as sweet. Coming from the speakers was a gentle melody. Cora joined Beau and Noah at a table in the back. Noah was a small and even more adorable version of his brother with the same smattering of freckles across his nose. He barely looked up at Cora from his game as she pulled out a chair and sat across from them.
"Noah," Beau said, "this is Cora."
"Hey, Noah," Cora said. She waved.
"Hey," he said, not even glancing at her.
Cora laughed, already in love with Beau's little brother.
"Don't worry about him," Beau said. He rubbed Noah's head of short, dark curls.
"Hey," Noah said and flipped his hood up to cover his head.
Cora giggled. Noah reminded her of Willow before she'd started middle school. "You guys were in the neighborhood?" she asked.
"Yeah," Beau said. "I took him to see our grandmother."
"She lives in the neighborhood?"
"A nursing home," he said.
"I'm sorry" said Cora. She didn't know what else to say. She wasn't well versed on sick grandparents. Hers were either long dead or radiating health.
Maybe that's why he gets so distant.
He took a swig of the coffee in front him and stood. "What do you want?" He nodded at the line.
Cora's cheeks warmed. Why did he always insist on paying for her? She'd need to get him a gift for Christmas after all. "Cinnamon hot chocolate," she said.
When he left to place her order, she smiled at Noah. "What game are you playing?" she asked, as if she knew anything about video games. She couldn't remember the last time she'd played.
This time his eyes flicked up to her, before returning to his game. "Super Mario," he said.
"How cool," she said.
Cora raked her brain for more questions to ask him that weren't dull. She was about to go with the old, tired "do you like school?" when Beau came back, saving her.
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A Magical MisfortuneParanormal
Cora Emerson is a magical misfortune who just can't get the hang of being a wicked sorceress. Being wicked would be easy if she couldn't help being good instead. But her eighteenth birthday is fast approaching, and if she can't ruin one person's lif...