Stop, Collaborate & Listen

Magic Hollow 
#1


 The last few days had come and gone rather quickly. Jackie wasn't sure if that was because she had something she was looking forward to or because it was just one of those weeks that passed by in a blur, but whatever it was, Friday was here and 3pm was quickly approaching. She'd gotten here early and had opted to grab a coffee from the Starbucks down the street, her nervous punctuality making her early by an hour and forty-five minutes. What if one of the streets had been closed? What if there had been an accident? Being a doctor, she was morally obligated to stop and help! and then she would have been late! SO.

 Here she was. Sitting at a little cafe table outside of the bakery with her empty coffee cup and a book that she had become grossly involved with, fingers playing with the ends of her hair as she read. Of course, this also meant losing track of time, despite the fact that she kept checking her phone to see if Diolun messaged her.
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#2
Time was a concept Fletch rarely adhered to. His understanding of it was a mozzarella stretch that fell between comfortable, sagging lateness, and cold, congealing missed the mark. Jackie could have sat there for ten minutes beyond their agreed meeting time, or an hour. But she was caught up in her book and her coffee, and while her company wore a watch, he had forgotten to wind it.

'Boo.'

Two hands clapped and held onto her narrow shoulders. As though they were old friends, and this was a meeting after so many years distance. Really, he just wanted to see her turn pink again.

'Whatcha reading, it any good?' Like a dog rooting through trash he leaned into her space, scanning the page for clues. 'Ooh, and he kissed her like a dentist's spit sucker, her nipples perking like a pair of syringes -' words not at all from her book, rather cobbled together from his own mind. Invented to embarrass her. Broadcast to the street. 'Steamy stuff, doc. Nothing like some good old fashioned medical romance to whet an appetite for cake.'

He collapsed in the chair across the way with such lacking grace that the legs barked against the ground. With one forearm strewn across the table top and a mile-wide grin, he asked: 'how's my favourite surgeon?'
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#3
 Jackie was yanked from her book when hands clapped down on her shoulders, drawing a short but startled scream from her. Her heart pounding in her chest, eyes flushed pink with the creature's readiness to shift and protect her. It took several moments for her to register that it was the coyote she was here to meet, blinking rapidly as he leaned over her to peer at her book.

 Not that that was any better, since the moment he started talking, the blush renewed and burned brighter than ever as the cheetah reached up to try and cover his mouth with a hissed "shutupohmygod", moving quicker than she intended but also not fast enough as he was already pulling away. Instead, she buried her face in her hands, trying to get a handle on herself and maybe calm down a little so that her face wasn't beet red. Also so she didn't alarm anyone with her eyes.

 "Take me to the hospital," She grumped at him, voice muffled. "I just had a heart attack."
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To say Fletch was chuffed at the reaction his teasing evoked was an understatement. Jackie melted like a cake in the rain, fuschia pink and sagging beneath the weight of her embarrassment. It was the sort of petty glee he remembered from time spent with the in-laws; a rally against the social constraints imposed upon him. Here, it was less a need to protest, more a timely reminder to self that he could.

'Ah, nothing you can't handle,' from the table centre he plucked a menu and stuffed it under her nose. 'Here. Cast those baby pinks of yours down that. Coffee and a slice. I'll make it up to you.'
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#5
 The menu offered was taken quickly, bringing it close to hide her current, flushed state. It was some level of unfortunate that both her skin and eyes turned similar shades when she was so put on the spot but it was the hand that life had dealt her. "Jerk," She mumbled at him, though even if Jackie were able to thread venom into her voice, now was certainly not the time she would do so. Growing up in a large family had put her at the brunt of jokes for a long while and though she was still easily embarrassed, it was nothing she couldn't handle, just like Fletch said.

 "I thought we were seeing who could eat more cake, hmm?" She asked, peeking out at him over the top of the menu, eyes still bright pink. "Are you forfeiting this early?"
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