-- ; been a while [eric]

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WELCOME TO A JOURNEY IN COFFEE HEAVEN

“You're bleeding, mi amor" her voice ever so soft as she rushed to his side. His heart skipped a beat while watching her, observing her grace and the way she tended to his wound. Eric had never had a girl tend to him like this. To be fair he rarely got injured. But when he did, he would be too quick to react to it himself that he wasn't really accustomed to the...attention. Ayla turned over his hand delicately, examining the cut with a worried expression. "It's just a little cut, don't worry.” he said to her reassuringly. It was also because he started to feel guilty for worrying her.



"Do you have a first aid kit?" It seemed she wasn't reassurred and within reason. The cut was deep and it amazed him. In his absentmindedness he had cut himself so deep, which was quite rare for a skilled man like him. But he had been preoccupied...too preoccupied to care about anything else except the girl in front of him. “there's one in the kitchen” His words were again soft as he went to the sink to wash the blood that was stjll gushing from the wound. It stung while he ran it under water. He watched Ayla fumble about in the kitchen for a first aid kit, smiling a little at her clumsiness. She really hasn't changed one bit, he thought to himself.



But come to think of it neither had he. Eric was the same shy self he had been the first time they'd met. Ayla had grown to be such a pretty and charming lady and yet he was still...him. Eric felt useless on the inside, as though he had failed the world. He was much older than Ayla and yet she seemed to have accomplished so much more than him. He couldn't help but feel a little depressed on the inside. The girl now came back with the kit and he stared as she started to bandage his injured hand. Her touch was delicate.



Eric could literally feel his heart stop beating as he stared at her. Time seemed to stop as well then and there. He winced slightly but gave her smile to indicate that it was okay. As she finished and was about to take the first aid kit back into the kitchen he held out his uninjured hand and grasped her arm, careful not to hurt her. He looked at her earnestly, not avoiding her gaze. On the inside he felt his insides churn like a roller coaster. But he had to say it now. It was now or never.

“Ayla...listen...I've got something to tell you...”

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[AYLA RIVERA]

“It's just a little cut, don't worry.”

Ayla shook her head slightly, dismissing him with a small smile. Judging by the amount of blood pouring from his hand, the cut was by no means just a ‘little’ one. It would need to be bandaged up; luckily Ayla was clumsy enough that she was well versed in wrapping bandages. What was now amusing her the slightest bit was the fact that he was trying to play it off for her so that she wouldn’t worry about him - something he always did without fail. In fact, quite a few people tried to hide the full truth from her just to protect her.

“There's one in the kitchen”

She nodded and turned on the tap, moving his hand so that it was positioned under the running water. Hurrying into the kitchen area (which was immaculate - just as she expected it to be), she spotted the first aid kit on the far wall. Somehow, she managed to knock a bunch of the hanging pans as she reached for it and the clanging sounds of them hitting each other filled the quiet cafe like a cannon blast. Wincing at her clumsiness, she grabbed the kit and was back at Eric’s side before the clanging of the pans even had a chance to fade.

Popping open the box, she ripped open a small package for an antiseptic wipe and took his injured hand back in her own. She cleaned the wound, bound it in gauze, and then gingerly wrapped a bandage around it, finally finishing with the dressing to keep all the bits in place. He would probably need to get it checked out by a doctor sooner rather than later because there was a good chance he would need stitches, but she couldn’t bring herself to even open her mouth to tell him that. She had a sinking feeling that something was wrong - that there was something going on with Eric that she couldn’t read. Something he wasn’t telling her.

All the while that she was tending to his hand, she was hyper-aware of the fact that he was watching her more intently than usual. It wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling - not in the slightest - but she had picked up on it fairly early into the evening and only just now recognized that it wasn’t something she was imagining. Avoiding his eyes, she closed the box again and turned to take it back to it’s home, when she felt him grasp her arm, keeping her rooted to her spot.

She finally turned her brown eyes to him, waiting, expecting him to tell her something horrible but trying to keep her outward appearance composed. It was hard for her to pretend to feel anything other than what she was feeling with him - he was one of the very few people in the world she didn’t have her guard up with.

“Ayla...listen...I've got something to tell you…”

Her gaze was soft; worried. She’d never seen him like this before.

“Okay,” she managed, waiting. Then, not being able to leave it at just that, she asked, “Are you alright?”