He hadn't asked, or even wondered, about her cold hand.
He knew people with hands like ice. And they weren't all dead -- though, the majority of them were. He'd been told, by a therapist, on a particularly cold day in November, one afternoon, in America, that he had a cold hand. He'd been asked, afterward, if he knew what cold hands meant. He'd said, 'No, what do they mean?' And the therapist had said something like, 'They mean you have a very warm heart.'
And, so, his mind immediately replayed the memory to define and explain the coolness of her skin. A warm heart.
It's funny, what people base their assumptions of other people on. Like how Courtney assumed the girl had a warm heart, because she had a cold hand, because some therapist had said something similar to him, when he was young and susceptible.
And it was funny how Dominique stumbled to regain herself, how she searched for herself, how her actions didn't quite fit what she was saying, how she offered up an explanation, before he needed one.
Yeah, Courtney was an intuitive one, and despite the 'warm heart' he could sense that something was wrong.
He didn't know she was leaving, because of the jacket. He knew she was leaving, because he'd heard the light click off, before she headed up front. The jacket was only minimally processed -- something that didn't really occur to him, as much as her demeanor had. She had it written on her. He sensed it with his empathy, even though he wasn't aware that he was an Empath, yet, wasn't completely in control of himself.
Her nervous agitation wore at his sternum.
Her hunger gnawed inside him.
His eyebrows furrowed.
"Well," he muttered, entrapped by her awkward social gait -- as awkward as his -- which begged some type of continuation, "All right. I'm going to go ahead and walk to the station. I have a few things I have to work on, myself. I'm starved. Have a good night, uh... Dominique."
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Dominique slid the keys into her jacket pocket as Courtney made it known he was going to make his way to the station. That solved the dilemma in her mind as to what the man would prefer in the means of getting to where he was to be heading after leaving the shop and his car behind. A predictable nod of her head acknowledged the plans he had. Whatever he was comfortable with was always a good one and it didn't leave her feeling slighted that he was happy to walk to where he was going. It was always a 50-50 chance on the customer taking the offer of being dropped off by her.
"Sounds good." Dominique stepped around the counter that separated them. "No worries. I am sure your car will be good as new or close to it when I am done with it.”
Dominique was not exactly sure what she was dealing with. The car that would allow her access with the keys that were recently added to her pocket could really be anything on four wheels. She was not about to guess just what would be waiting for her. She had seen all types coming in with the last mode of transportation she would guess that they would prefer. Just like people and their chosen mates. It was wise to never assume who was linked to what or why for that matter.
“Oh, hang on.” Dominique doubled back around to the counter and plucked a business card from the holder. She flipped it out extending it held between her index and middle finger. “Let me give you this in case I am not here. As I said the work isn’t done here. My cell is on the bottom right corner. If I don’t pick up right away then leave a message and I will get back to you. I keep some crazy hours.”
The front door pulled towards them with her free hand. Courtney was right. She was heading out too. She had to climb into what awaited her and get it back to the shop. She would drop it off and instead of climbing into a bed and getting some rest she would give in to the the energy she had that went beyond that constant hunger that plagued her. It was the only way she could wind down enough to focus and finally rest. She eyed the man as she held the door.
“You have a good night too, Courtney.” Dominique smiled lightly. “Stay safe.”"Sounds good." Dominique stepped around the counter that separated them. "No worries. I am sure your car will be good as new or close to it when I am done with it.”
Dominique was not exactly sure what she was dealing with. The car that would allow her access with the keys that were recently added to her pocket could really be anything on four wheels. She was not about to guess just what would be waiting for her. She had seen all types coming in with the last mode of transportation she would guess that they would prefer. Just like people and their chosen mates. It was wise to never assume who was linked to what or why for that matter.
“Oh, hang on.” Dominique doubled back around to the counter and plucked a business card from the holder. She flipped it out extending it held between her index and middle finger. “Let me give you this in case I am not here. As I said the work isn’t done here. My cell is on the bottom right corner. If I don’t pick up right away then leave a message and I will get back to you. I keep some crazy hours.”
The front door pulled towards them with her free hand. Courtney was right. She was heading out too. She had to climb into what awaited her and get it back to the shop. She would drop it off and instead of climbing into a bed and getting some rest she would give in to the the energy she had that went beyond that constant hunger that plagued her. It was the only way she could wind down enough to focus and finally rest. She eyed the man as she held the door.
