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would you like to go first?"
"Coffee."
"We have some amazing museums."
"Coffee!"
"Or we can ... "
"Coffee or I'll cut you!" Aiden laughed and leaned over the console to kiss the tip of her nose.
"Okay, okay. Coffee it is. Come on Menace." He opened the car door and stepped out. Feeling
rebellious, she quickly opened her car door and got out. Aiden glared at her,
"Ha!" Meryn gave a fist pump. Aiden rolled his eyes.
She grabbed her backpack and shut the door. She swung it on her back and adjusted the straps.
"You look like a second grader." Aiden had tilted his head and was looking at her funny.
"Fuck and you. I do not. Lots of adults wear vintage tee-shirts. It's an 'in' thing right now."
Meryn did have to admit, even if to herself, that she thought she resembled a little kid most days too.
"I think you look cute." Aiden's smile was gentle.
"I'm not cute, I'm sexy." Meryn protested. Aiden had the gall to laugh in her face.
"You're my mate and I say this with all sincerity. You are not sexy, at all. You are like a feisty
little spitfire and that's okay. You're completely different and half of what you say I don't understand,
but I wouldn't have you any other way." Aiden ruffled her hair and took her hand. She was torn
between melting into a puddle at his feet and being offended that he didn't think she was sexy.
Flabbergasted she walked beside him, stealing glances up at him to see if he had been poking fun at
her. When they crossed the pavement and onto the cobblestones Meryn felt a jolt run through her.
There was something about the cobblestones. She jerked her hand out of Aiden's and knelt down to
lay her palm flat on the stone's surface.
"There's something weird about the stones." But no matter how she looked at them, they were
plain, grey ordinary stones.
"Very good mate of mine. The stones are bespelled. They promote feelings of community and
goodwill." Aiden explained.
"Cool." Meryn stood and immediately Aiden took her hand again. She was beginning to see a
pattern. He had to be touching her when they were together. Holding her hand, touching her back, even
putting her on his lap.
They walked until they reached the end of the long alley. Aiden looked down at her.
"Welcome to Lycaonia." He said and let go of her hand to push her forward. Meryn stepped
beyond the tall buildings of the alleyway and gazed around. Everywhere she turned there was
something new to see. Vendors laughed and shouted out to people as they walked by trying to sell
their wares. Each store was different. In one store window, she could see stacks and stacks of old
books and parchment scrolls, at another swords and daggers. One large store window held tiers of
delicate looking cakes. She felt her mouth begin to water. When she looked across the street one
swinging wooden sign boasted the best magical ingredients sold on the east coast. Magical
ingredients! Just when she thought it couldn't get any better the smells began to hit her. Jasmine,
honeysuckle, frankincense and myrrh. She looked past the magic shop and saw an apothecary. The
delicious fragrance of freshly baked bread and cinnamon rolls spun her around to face a bakery with
loaves and loaves of bread on display.
"I ... I ... Oh ... Could we ... Oh!" Meryn twirled in circles trying to take it all in. She felt one
of her episodes coming on. She froze and let her brain take everything in. She could almost feel the
images being downloaded and filed away.
"Meryn, Meryn! Are you okay?" Aiden's worried voice brought her back. He was bent down
peering into her face.
"Sorry about that. Sometimes my brain needs to process stuff quickly and I have a moment."
She blushed. She knew she was odd, she just hated that he kept seeing her weird side.
"A moment? A Meryn Moment. Got it. You're okay though, right?" Aiden took her hand again.
She was starting to feel naked without his large, steadying hand wrapped around hers.
"Meryn Moment? I like that. Sounds better than 'Psycho Seconds' or 'Freak Meltdown'."
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