[color=f49ac2][i]That’s something, you didn’t like it either… but still. Surely, he has the power to not do that. I don’t know. I’m overthinking as per usual. Stop it.[/i][/color] [color=f49ac2]“I guess.”[/color] Smiling slightly as she watched him sit down across from her. Thankfully her praise had hopefully cheered him up so it would only help her try to twist his arm in letting them leave together tomorrow. [color=f49ac2]“Oh really? Well it’s important addressing the people. The idea of making a mistake probably didn’t help your nerves.”[/color] Reaching out she gently touched his hand hoping it would reassure him, [color=f49ac2]“It was good though, you should be proud of yourself. I couldn’t tell if you were nervous at all. You appeared confident. Well spoken. As I said before the people adored you, did you hear them cheer for you? You did that.”[/color] [color=f49ac2][i]Well they cheered about killing two innocent people. She thought bitterly to herself.[/i][/color] 

[color=f49ac2]“I hope so, no more crazy. I don’t think I could quite handle it.”[/color] Iris laughed to herself as she got herself comfortable in the booth. [color=f49ac2]“Very nice, scotch sours. I think I have found a good enough cocktail for me. Mimosa will do quite nicely. For that sweet tooth of mine.”[/color] Grinning to herself as Martin walked over wishing them a well evening, glancing at Cas as he ordered she turned and smiled at Martin saying how she would like a mimosa. At least she had found a drink she liked after all the samples from last time, hopefully she would regain her full memories soon meaning she would have a bigger idea on her own taste buds. [color=f49ac2][i]We shall see, I won’t be here long though. Tomorrow and I have to go.[/i][/color] 

Sighing softly as she looked down at her hands on the table, she felt herself frown, [color=f49ac2]“Do you think you will catch them? The two terror…”[/color] Flinching as she couldn’t even finish the words, she shook her head slightly. [color=f49ac2]“Do you think you will catch them?”[/color] Meeting his gaze as she repeated her sentence, she knew there was worry in her own eyes, but he could read that as worry for their safety and wellbeing. Not the actual truth of her being worried for the two men who had come to rescue her. 

[color=f49ac2]“Sorry… I don’t mean to dampen the conversation. It’s just with everything going on, being on lockdown but still feeling like some sort of prisoner in here. Especially as your father hates me. I’m sure he does… ahh..”[/color] Pausing as she realised what she had just said before she hurriedly tried to make it sound better [color=f49ac2]“I shouldn’t have really said that. Ignore me. I’m just rambling…”[/color] Stumbling over her words slightly as she began to fiddle with her fingers clearly nervous, a part of her wanted to return to how happy go lucky they had been. The whole not a care in the world and just two people enjoying each other’s company. 

[color=f49ac2]“I’m so sorry. You don’t need to listen about my meaningless problems. Not with what you are currently dealing with right now.”[/color] Smiling once more as she tried to change the subject to something lighter, [color=f49ac2]“I still have yet to meet those lively friends of yours I've heard so much about.”[/color] [color=f49ac2][i]That probably won’t happen now. [/i][/color]