Vanessa was already in the kitchen, setting the fruit down and putting some water on to boil. She chose one of her more original blends. The base was black tea, complemented by orange peels, bergamot, and a few flower flavours, along with a hint of creme. It was complex, delicate, and one of her favourites.
She arranged the fruits onto a plate, then brought it back to the lounge, finding him by her tarot table.
With anyone else, she would have offered to draw their cards. With Yves, Vanessa would rather discover him without using the cards. She would savour every discovery.
"I've had this deck for years now," she told him as she straightened up from putting the plate of fruits on the coffee table. "It's a wonder it hasn't gone stale on me yet."
The decks Yves had bought her when they last met were on a book shelf in another corner of the room.
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Date: 2016-09-19 08:26 pm (UTC)She arranged the fruits onto a plate, then brought it back to the lounge, finding him by her tarot table.
With anyone else, she would have offered to draw their cards. With Yves, Vanessa would rather discover him without using the cards. She would savour every discovery.
"I've had this deck for years now," she told him as she straightened up from putting the plate of fruits on the coffee table. "It's a wonder it hasn't gone stale on me yet."
The decks Yves had bought her when they last met were on a book shelf in another corner of the room.