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you know? You're still an interesting
person."
    "Talk?" He said the word like it was
foreign and incomprehensible.
    "Yes, talk. Like we're doing right
now? Waiting to decide what we're going to eat for breakfast?
People do it sometimes. It's really quite interesting, this talking
thing."
    "I do enjoy speaking with you," he
said with a sly, lopsided smile.
    "I need your phone number," I
said.
    He furrowed his brow and stared at me,
considering his options. "Fine."
    "You're being more agreeable now," I
noted.
    "It's difficult not to be agreeable
when I'm dealing with a crazy woman who knows no fear and has
recently acted irrationally, slept in my office all night, applied
for a position she didn't even want just for a chance to speak with
me, and any number of other things, the likes of which I'm sure
I'll find out soon."
    "Oh?" I asked. "What makes you so sure
you're going to find out?"
    "Because I'm about to give you my
personal phone number and I assume you'll be calling me to tell
me," he said.
    Oh. Oh! I liked that. This was good.
Lucent smiled at me and I smiled back. He put his arm around me and
let his hand rest on my waist, comfortable and safe. I liked that,
too. It was a little more than talking, but not too much more,
apparently. Holding me close to him wasn't a BDSM thing, was it? It
wasn't a relationship thing, though; I knew that for sure. It was
just a thing. A Lucent thing.
    Giddy, excited, I reached over the
booth to my previous seat and grabbed for my purse. Hefting it over
the table and into my lap, I searched through it and pulled out my
phone. Unlocking the keyguard, I handed it to Lucent,
grinning.
    "You're far too happy about this," he
said. "It's bothersome."
    "Do you really like those pancake
sandwiches?" I asked. "Can you order me a good one? I don't know
what to say or how to get it."
    He tapped in his number, setting
himself up as a contact in my cell phone. "What fruit do you
like?"
    "Shouldn't you know this? I thought
you stalked me?"
    He rolled his eyes. "I apologize. I
didn't think to discover what fruits you enjoy, Miss
Tanner."
    I nodded, finding this acceptable.
"Maybe strawberries? Oh! Wait! What about apples and cinnamon? That
would be nice, right? Does he have pineapples, do you
think?"
    "You want strawberries, apples,
cinnamon, and pineapples?" Lucent asked, one brow
raised.
    "No, no strawberries. Apples,
cinnamon, and pineapples."
    "I imagine that's fine." Lucent
grinned, shaking his head. "Slightly odd, but I don't think it'll
be a problem."
    "Good," I said. "What are you going to
get?"
    Lucent and I talked. It was nice. Sam
approached us in a few minutes and I let Lucent do the ordering. He
was good at it, and he explained everything to Sam in a reasonable
and regular way. Strong and stern, yet friendly and approachable.
He seemed different with Sam, at least a little bit.
    Was it because they shared their
interest in BDSM things? I didn't know much about any of that.
Maybe I should try and learn more on my own? Lucent didn't want to
mold me into anything, but if I became it by myself, that was fine,
I thought. And then what? If I did like submission things, and his
BDSM things, and maybe the slave things, or whatever things,
then...
    Maybe we could have a relationship?
Did it work like that? I thought, yes, maybe it did. I hoped it
might.
     
    ...
     
    Apparently pancake sandwiches were the
most amazing sandwich creation ever. Lucent ordered one, too, but
he got eggs and sausage in his.
    Sam delivered our food with a smile
and a flourish, then left us to our own devices. We ate and I died
a little death, savoring the wondrousness of Sam's Delicatessen and
his secret morning breakfast menu. I also scooted closer to Lucent
and eyed his sandwich while he ate. Pressing myself up against his
arm, I sighed wistfully.
    He watched me, his expression blank,
while he chewed meticulously. Once he finished and swallowed, he
rolled his eyes. "What?"
    "Can I try yours?" I asked.
    He contemplated his