or say we're only dreaming;

[melocoton]

O P E N P O S T
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[toolbelt]

Cafe au lait. [ leo totally bombs the french--when he says it, he's making fun of her, a high pitched imitation. ] Café con leche, solecita. Cafe con leche.

[ it's not like leo thinks that it's cute, or anything. why would he think that? it's not like leo likes the way her mouth sounds when it forms the phrase, the way it looks coming off of her cute, pink lips, the way her cheeks flush from the cold when she's just come in from the chill of the fall outside.

but he smiles, anyway, and reaches for the espresso machine--leo had already started making her drink, from the moment she walked in the door, when leo's stopped by the cake. his brown eyes get wide, and he looks down at it, and then back up at calypso. ] Whoa--¿en serio? ¿Por mi? [ the childish delight shows on his face clear as daylight, for just a moment, then leo pauses, reigns it back in--his tanned cheeks flush just a little. ] Ahm--no puedo comer eso, sabés que vender nuestros dulces propios.

Pero, lo comeré, sí no estás metido en lío. [ because leo is a kind soul, really, that's all. it's not because he thinks calypso's cute. he stares at the dessert for a minute...because he doesn't really know how to eat it, it looks so good. holding up a finger-- ] Un ratito. [ before going to make her coffee, trying to calm the thrumming of his heart in his chest by focusing on his work, jittering just a little bit. leo's always liked pretty girls, but calypso...calypso is so different.

he presents her with her coffee in a pretty white cup a moment later, pulling out a spoon and staring at the creme brulee. it becomes very, very obvious that he has no idea how to eat this properly. ]

[gardeners]

[ Rolling her eyes at the imitation, Calypso moves to set her bag down at a nearby table -- at the window, but not too far away from the counter. She just didn't want to spill her coffee on the walk to her table, okay, that's all. It has nothing to do with being closer to Leo.

She can pick up small words that Leo sometimes says -- she isn't as blind in Spanish as she pretends to be with Leo, but only because she know tiny things, enough to make conversation with her professors, ask when papers are due, things like that. She couldn't really talk to Leo if she tried, other than the most basic of basic Spanish sentences. She does pick up comer -- eat -- and dulces -- sweets -- so she nods her head. Yes, eat it.

Seeing him baffled by how to eat it makes Calypso giggle, just a little bit. It's understandable, really, but it's Leo, so he must be teased relentlessly. Taking the spoon from his hand ( not feeling her heart skip a beat on contact ), she thwacks the caramel top with the back of the spoon, crackling the hard candy with one hit. Scooping up half a spoonful of custard and caramel, Calypso holds it out to him, raising an eyebrow. ]

Dire "ahhh". [ Yes, she's going to feed him, or she's going to mash it into his face if he doesn't open his mouth. Before she does, though, she frowns a little bit, knitting her eyebrows. ]

Yo... co-- como en... France. Très -- ah, muy, muy bien. Sí, ¿verdad?

[ with the Spanish berdad accent. ]