forum One-On-One ((closed))

Started November 09, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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This time, Morrigan couldn’t stop her eyes from flickering away— the eye contact was too much. “I’m good.” The lie came automatically; she didn’t have to think about it before the words were rolling off her tongue.

Lucian shifted in his seat, hands rested on the table. He tilted his head as he reached up to brush his hair back again. “That’s good to hear,” he said before glancing down at the menu.

Below the table, Morrigan clasped her hands together in a tight fist, knuckles white. “What are you thinking of ordering?”

Lucain sat up a bit more as he looked through the menu. “I might get the grilled chicken. And you? He asked, looking up at her.

Anything small. "I'm not sure yet, something light. Maybe the tomato soup or a salad." She kept her eyes on the menu, pretending not to notice that he had looked at her.

Lucian nodded his head a bit. “Alright,” he said. He shut his menu and a few minutes later, a waitress came over to take their orders. He ordered for the both of them, thanking the waitress as she took their menues.

Morrigan's mind scrambled to find a topic of conversation, and in her desperation, blurted out "We don't– We don't know eachother very well, tell me a bit about yourself."

Lucian looked over at Morrigan. He was tempted to ask her if she was alright, as she seemed nervous to him. “Alright. Well, I’m an only child. My parents are both Indian, and they both had really nice jobs. It’s the steryotype- they want me to be the best and a doctor,” he said with a slight chuckle. “What’s your family like?”

Morrigan gave a nod and a small smile in answer– then froze at his question. She inhaled sharply, smile faltering for a split second as images flashed before her mind's eye. "My– Family. I have a little brother and a younger sister. Divorced parents. Not much- Not much to say, I guess." The lie pained her, especially the first one. Had. Not have.

Lucian had smiled at first, but it faltered a tad. “Are you alright?” He asked, arching a brow in question at that.

"Yeah, why do you ask?" Morrigan altered her facial expression and relaxed her shoulders, her white knuckles beneath the table remaining as the only sign of her distress.

“You just seemed a bit nervous, is all. Maybe I’m wrong, then,” Lucian said. He glanced away and around the restaurant for a moment.

"Like I said, this is my first date in a long time. Sorry." She gave a sheepish smile. "Do you like being a doctor?"

“Ah, I understand. It’s mine too,” Lucian responded with a small smile. He ran his fingers through his hair As his jaw clenched for a moment, a petite woman with long brown hair and big blue eyes flashing into his mind for a moment. He shook the thoughts off before answering. “Yeah, I do. It’s interesting and keeps me occupied.”

Morrigan definitely didn't miss the clench of Lucian's jaw or the flash of emotion in his eyes, but she pretended she hadn't noticed, not wanting to aggravate him. "It definitely seems interesting," she replied with another faked smile.

Lucian gave a nod at that. “It is. It’s not for everyone, but I think its fun,” he said. “And what about your profession?”

“Forensic science? It’s interesting, yeah.” This was good. Talking about work, it calmed her— it was a subject that wasn’t synced to her personal life. “It’s— It’s like solving mysteries.”

Lucian smiled as he nodded his head. “Yeah? That sounds pretty cool,” he commented.

She gave a slight shrug. “Yeah. Um—“ Think, conversation topics, come on… “Are you from around here? Do you live on New York, I mean?”

Lucian shook his head at that. “No. I’m frmo Chicago, but I decided to go here for college,” he explained. And because I didn’t want to be where my my fiance was shot. “What about you?”

“I was born here,” she replied, tugging at a lock of dark hair. “I would have gone farther for university but this was the only place that gave me a scholarship.”

Lucian nodded his head a bit at that. “Well, at least it is a nice school,” he commented with a smile.

"It is," she agreed, unconsciously beginning to scratch the back of her hand beneath the table.

After a few minutes, their food and drinks were brought out. He thanked the waitress before taking a sip of the water he had gotten.

Half of Morrigan wanted to grab her spoon and devour the creamy soup in front of her, but the other half warned her that she'd already eaten a lot today– and did she really deserve such a nice meal? But Lucian was sitting right across from her, so eating was unavoidable at this point. "This looks delicious.."

Lucian looked up at her and nodded his head as he smiled. “You’ll like it, I hope. I’ve been here a couple times, the food is always good,” he chuckled. He cut off a smaller bite of grilled chicken and popped it into his mouth.

The conversation was slowly dying, and Morrigan hastened to revive it once more. "Great. Uh– what are you- what are you interested in? Hobby-wise?"

Lucian glanced back her and spoke after swallowing. “Well, I go to the gym pretty often. Um, I dog-sit sometimes,” he said slowly before chuckling. “I sound really uninteresting, don’t I? But what about you?”

"No– it's fine, don't worry," she managed, lifting her spoon to her lips, which were coated in a light layer of maroon lipstick. "I– I like poetry and writing, I guess. I go jogging every now and then, used to play the guitar." Carving words into my arm is pretty fun too.

Lucian nodded his head at that. “Poetry and writing? What kinds of things do you like to write about?” He asked. He seemed to be genuinly interested in what she had to say.