Setting her drink aside, Sophie leans forward on crossed arms to catch Del’s soft spoken words. His cool demeanor in conjunction with the evil glint in his eyes sends a pleasant shiver down her spine. At this point she doesn’t care if he pays a cent, finding herself just praying that the lingering promise between them leads somewhere.

“What are you into?” She asks in a quiet voice, searching his eyes for a hint. A sly smile touches his lips as he takes a sip of his coffee, obviously taking his time with his answer. It is cruel and yet… she is loving every agonizing second. She moves her hands off the table and pushes them into her lap in an attempt to ignore the growing wetness between her legs.

Just as it seems Del is about to answer a voice speaks up from behind her. She nearly jumps in her chair, quickly releasing the breath she has been subconsciously holding. Moving further into her line of sight Sophie finally recognizes her classmate. Although she’d only met him once or twice at study sessions, she’d heard stories upon stories of Sam’s antics. He leers at her as he leans onto the table, taking his time as he looks her over.

The table almost goes flying as Sophie jumps to her feet, smiling nervously at Sam. Her heart is pounding as she leans over quickly to grab her bag. “Oh hi Sam. I really have no clue what you’re talking about. Actually we were just leaving, so I’ll see you around.” She practically stumbles over herself as she unthinkingly grabs Del’s hand and pulls him out of the shop. Continuing around the corner into the alley she finally stops and lets go of his hand, mortified. She barely knew this man, now here she was pulling him around, making a complete ass of herself.

Leaning back against the cold brick wall, she avoids Del’s eyes, dropping her bag to the ground. “Oh my god I’m so sorry,” she whispers, finally looking up to smile nervously at him.

(No offense domination! I'm actually already roleplaying with DungeonMaster. Perhaps we can RP some other time. :-) Cheers!)