Thread: It's All Relative (Monster Teeth and Verse)

Ingram nodded, somewhere lost in thought on the implications of the leaf, when she told him where she kept it. He had already made his peace with it. Since she was the detective to figure out who might be behind the Creator event, it helped that he got to hear her theories first. How sloppy of him, to forget such an important detail as soils and particles from where he'd been on the scene of the display. Like she said, it was a well visited area, so any clues would have be be considered twice before they could be thought of as valuable. It had been wrong to rely on this, as her formidable instincts had shown. Alexandria had reminded him of why she was so fit to unravel the puzzle he'd built. It was exhilarating to know he'd have to tread lighter from here, now that she had shown her worth as an adversary. The silver lining of this rain presented itself as an inadvertent invitation to her home. It was all that he could wish for. Her sanctum, where she harbored the error in his plan. There wasn't much he could do to cover this up now, not without looking good for the murder himself, since he was the last person she told about it. Instead he was going to be helpful. All his academical branching could very well have prepared him to recognize the clue, without raising suspicion through insights on where the leaf might be from. The trees were native to that one area. She would find it sooner or later. It might as well be with his help. There should be a surprise in the shed for her, he decided with a smirk. The work he'd done on Liza required a specific set of tools, and he intended to leave them there for Lexi to find, since most of them were already deduced by the forensics team. Part of him also wanted her to know him through the equipment he used. How intimate they would become, when Alexandria held the things that a turned Liza into the spitting image of her own dream. Perhaps she could feel him on the handles of the scalpels, or smell the blood of her friend in the room? It's nice to meet you both. Steven had been more than happy to take her hand and shake it, applying pressure without being too obvious about it. He dealt with salesmen often, and a firm handshake was as important as not appearing like you tried too hard. Many men's men fell short of this discovery, and negatively affected their first impression. Large without being hulking, he remained standing as he looked down at her. I wasn't going to do this like this, but I was just admiring you from where I sat. The green eyed girl would be able to detect confidence in his voice, and the way he hung his shoulder in the khaki jacket. And I found you pretty. A glance at Ingram, who seemed more bothered by the fact that there was another person by their table than that this person was interested in Lexi. But I didn't know how to tell you because you have company. That'd be my cue to get our orders. Ingram said, relief in his voice as he stood. Steven had already started waving his hand for the black haired man to sit down again, no trouble on his part, but the please eyes shot him down, and gestured for where he had sat. Why don't you get to know this pretty woman, Steve? he said as he was walking backward to reach the counter. You'll take the usual, right, Lexi? It was more to assure her she didn't have to get up as well. He had turned before she could answer. It would be enjoyable to see her in this situation. As students, many a male had gambled to see if they could win her attention while ignoring Ingram completely, at least this Steve had the decency to acknowledge him, and apologize for the intrusion. Steve did sit down. This meeting had come about easier than he had thought, and he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Well, your friend seems friendly. he started as he kept his eyes on her, not really knowing if he should move the closed laptop in front of him or not. He decided against it, since it would be greedy to push his luck at this point. So, he said, almost laughing. This sort of feels like I imagine speed dating would feel like. He made sure to sit straight in the borrowed chair. I'm Steven, but people call me Steve. I'm part owner of a delivery company and I'm obsessed with dogs but am too busy to get one. I have an incredible weakness to women who look like yourself and have a tendency to want to know them, sometimes at the price of me looking like a pushy jackass.