Thread: In Secure Relations (Cordelia x AlluringEnigma)

Olivia brushed off the compliment. She had always been bad at receiving flattery and that weakness was only amplified by the presence of a beautiful woman like Josephine. Her cheeks flushed red a little and she leaned back from the table, containing a little smile to herself and responding Thanks, but Im not sure Im sultry. Besides, I couldnt hold a candle to you, youre stunning she replied, doing her best to retain the confidence she so carefully clung to. Sometimes Olivia felt like a magician, as if she was gesturing one way and performing amazing feats on the other after all her confidence was strictly limited to her words and her professional life Josephine terrified her. Not because the stunning redhead was inherently terrifying in reality she was downright ravishing, with a touch of cute in her. Rather, because Olivia just couldnt imagine fucking this up. She had a tendency to attach these wild dreams to people she had never met, though. She had thought plenty of times before that there was something special about a date only to later on realize that they had, in fact, been a dickhead. Something felt different about Josephine, though. There was a quiet grace to the girl that belied her frantic and sweet nature, as if Josephine was a cunning predator amongst sheep. Olivia couldnt quite put her finger on why she felt that way, but she knew she did indeed get that sense. Olivia shook the speculation from her mind. It was their first real date, she was better off focusing on the now and enjoying herself, rather than overthinking everything and leaving miserable. So, as she contemplated the reality of her date, she vaguely listened to the waiter listing off the beer flight. Olivia was no teetotaler, but she was likely not going to be the expert that Joesphine seemed to exist as. Perhaps part of her lack of experience showed in the fact that she looked at Joesphine as some sort of expert in the field. Normally, Olivia would have turned down the offer had it come from a friend or colleague. Yet, there was some spark in the wise, greyish-blue eyes that stared back at her, a daring, sporting implication that seemed to beg Olivia to join her in some fanciful adventure, even if it was as mundane as partaking in flight of beers. She nodded at the waiter and replied Sure, why not, Ill stick with the flight! before smiling at Jo. She could have gone with a glass of red wine, her preference, or simply water, but she figured she might as well partake in Jos adventure. So, what do you do for a living? Besides the modeling, and all that? she asked with a shit-eating grin. As Josephine responded, she allowed herself a moment to just enjoy staring into Jos eyes. She was reminded a lot of the mythical figure of Athena a certain wisdom and calm seemed to pervade from Jo, as if she was completely in control at all times. And, of course, there was a deadly ,of sorts, sexiness to that implied control. Paul interrupted their conversation with the arrival of the flight of beers. They were laid out perfectly in the order he had mentioned it seemed that the dead-eyed smile was indicative only of his enthusiasm and not his skill. Which do you recommend starting with? she asked curiously, unsure entirely of the world she was entering. Paul replied My favorite is the Vanilla Bean Blonde Ale. That said, Id go in the order our chef has designated, I think hes got a fairly good palette. He paused for a moment to see if there were any more follow-up questions, before adding Alright, Ill give you two sometime with the flight and come back for the rest of your order! before scurrying off. Olivia turned back to Jo and smiled Mkay. Which one are we starting with?