Inside the luxurious restaurant, Abraham found himself frozen in his seat. His gaze was unmoving for a mont while the ntal gears inside his head went to a full stop after hearing the words of the white-haired dragoness.
Such words were sothing he expected to hear in the later part of their date, not in the restaurant where they had barely begun. And he envisioned to be the one saying it, not her.
From the looks of it, he had underestimated the problem dragon before him.
"You're as frank as the mont I t you, Laplace." He remarked while smiling at the white-haired dragoness. Rembering the honest and straightforward dragon from the early days was sothing he didn't expect to be so riddled with nostalgia.
"I rely took my ti thinking about it, Abraham. A lot of ti, and a lot of thinking. The reason why I'm confident and frank is fairly simple. It's because I already know what I want." Laplace softly smirked while staring at the jet-black irises of the middle-aged man.
"I see... I underestimated your focus and patience," Abraham responded, maintaining his gaze on the white-haired dragoness while signaling a waiter. "But I'd prefer to be the one that says it, Laplace."
The waiter then stood in front of the two of them and got a small notepad beneath his palms. He felt the tense atmosphere surrounding the table and felt a bit nervous after rembering the identity of the two.
"Oh~ I apologize, Abraham. I should have been a bit more patient." Laplace tilted her head and maintained a smile. She then pointed at several dishes on the nu, which the waiter swiftly wrote in his notepad.
"There's no need to apologize." Abraham also pointed at a single dish as he didn't have the bottomless stomach that the dragoness had. And eating the sa dishes for an hour would leave a bad taste on his tongue.
After the waiter wrote everything the two needed, he quickly walked out of the battlefield and returned to the kitchen. When he arrived in the kitchen, the waiter felt as though his life was spared for so reason.
"But now that I think about it. I also have sothing to say, Laplace." Abraham's attention never left the white-haired dragoness. Laplace raised an eyebrow, curious about Abraham's words. Perhaps, it was the sa as the ones she expressed to him.
"Interesting..." She muttered under her breath and kept her golden eyes on him.
"I love you, Laplace." Abraham expressed his feelings despite the embarrassnt it would bring him. On the other hand, his words resounded in the dragoness's ears. She didn't think that he would actually say it.
"This is what I love about you. As clumsy as you are in hiding your emotions, you're a bit too cute for your own good." Laplace remarked with cheeks flushed in a tinge of crimson red while Abraham wanted to bury his head into the ground.
'C-Cute!?' This was the first ti a girl said such a thing to him. He didn't know if he should be extrely delighted or extrely embarrassed. But nevertheless, it made him happy.
'Wait, why am I the one who's cute?' Abraham regained his calm as he rembered what Laplace had said. Shouldn't he be the one uttering such words?
"*Cough!* Thank you for the complint." He coughed as to negate any awkwardness that would co after the recent embarrassing situation. Though, hearing him, Laplace regained her smugness.
Before they could continue in their banter, the waiter erged beside their table with a tray brimming their dishes. One plate was given to Abraham, while several others were placed on Laplace's side.
With the luxurious als before them awaiting to be eaten, the two quietly decided to start eating their al and enjoy the silence. Abraham picked up a spoon and fork, calmly digging through his dish. Laplace also followed with etiquette rivaling his.
Quite surprising, but not too much.
Laplace's ability to learn wasn't to be underestimated. The elentary, high school, and college curriculums, despite the tough learning curve, were sothing she speed-blitzed in re weeks.
Her intellect as a dragoness was the highest of what was biologically possible.
So, in simpler terms, a genius.
As the two took satisfaction from the tranquility of their ti together, an hour passed in re monts. It didn't take long before they found themselves walking down the sidewalk together.
Unlike the busy road beforehand crowded with people, the streets had beco fairly empty. The air was cold and calming while the night sky littered with thousands of twinkling stars.
Walking through the sidewalk, Abraham silently glanced at the quiet white-haired dragoness beside him. She had a soft smile on her face, magnifying her already beautiful face. It was sothing he could look at for days, months, and years.
He would never get bored of it.
Out of nowhere, while strolling together on the sidewalk, Abraham felt Laplace's head leaning over his shoulders. Despite being fully clothed, he could feel her warmth, which was sowhat astounding.
"It's rare for peace in this world. Could you let enjoy it, even for a mont, Abraham?" She whispered to him while looking forward into the distance.
"Take your ti, Laplace. I'll always be here with you." He responded and beca determined inside his heart. If peace was what she wanted, then he'd attain it no matter what.
"Thank you," Laplace closed her eyelids and let him guide her into the darkness of the night. This was the first she trusted soone so fully. And it was a human at that.
Her forr self would probably laugh at her, thinking that she had beco soft. But if this was the reward for becoming softer, then she would have done so since the beginning.
Droplets of water fell from the dark heavens as a shower of rain fell upon the two. Unfortunately, none of them brought along an umbrella that they could use. Though, with their current physique. It was nearly improbable for them to beco sick.
"Sorry for not bringing an umbrella," Abraham said as he was a bit disappointed at himself for not checking the weather. However, it was understandable. After all, everything took place faster than they had expected.
"It's not a big deal; there are tis when you should enjoy the rain instead of seeking cover from it," Laplace murmured, making Abraham tenderly smile.
It didn't take long before the two arrived at Abraham's ho in the suburban area of the Port of Dawn. It looked the sa as the rest, but Laplace wanted to see more of himself.
The little shower had already ended, though the two of them were already drenched by the pouring rain.
"Make yourself at ho," As Abraham opened the door, Laplace entered while he followed from behind. Everything inside was completely furnished, giving a welcoming atmosphere.
"Like to go get a shower first?" Abraham suggested while Laplace looked around the house and nodded without thinking much of his words. She seems to be entranced by the serenity of his ho.
"Okay, I'll fetch a towel from my room. Stay in the living room, Laplace. And don't break anything." He reminded before going upstairs and taking out an extra towel from his wardrobe.
Laplace rely nodded and sat on a wooden chair near a desk. This was the first ti she got inside Abraham's ho. It slls a lot like him and reeks of his entire being.
For soone who spends most of his ti in his office, it seems that he stays inside his ho for the majority of his extra ti.
Abraham returned to the living room with a white towel in hand. He imdiately threw it to the face of the dragoness and smirked. "Take a hot shower, Laplace."
"While our bodies can get rarely sick, it isn't impenetrable." He stated with confidence, causing the hushed problem dragon to regain her smug side.
"It looks like Abraham wants to see my naked body." She lightly giggled while Abraham rely turned his head away, not denying or confirming her words.
Laplace held the soft towel and walked into the bathroom with staggering smugness. Abraham was left alone in the living room as the sound of her steamy hot shower echoed beyond the bathroom.
It was at this mont he realized the situation he was in.
He was too into the mont that he practically brought a woman inside his house for the first ti. Damn, he didn't know he was a natural, but he would need help through these challenging tis.
With this in mind, the middle-aged man called out for his precious partner. He calmly waited for the chanical bell to ring inside his head, but it never ca.
Abraham called once again through his thoughts, and a response didn't follow. He could whisper her na, but the hearing of the problem dragon couldn't be underestimated.
Even if she was showering, his voice might as well sound the sa as if he was a re feet away from her.
'It seems that I have been abandoned. I'm on my own in this unknown frontier.' Abraham thought with a serious expression. Thoughts surged inside his head as he needed a plan for how to handle it.
But there was one piece of advice from his single friend in his forr life that echoed throughout his heart and mind at this very mont. He didn't know why, but it sounded profound.
'When one is in love, a plan is not needed. Passion, honesty, and trust are the foundation of a relationship. Let it flow like a natural tide and don't try to control it.' The sagely words of his single friend saved him in these precarious monts.
Nevertheless, the middle-aged man couldn't continue as he didn't notice the white-haired dragoness standing before him completely drenched with steamy water and covered by a soft and comfy towel.
"Hey, do you have so extra clothes I can use?"
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