His melodic voice invades her ears just as intense as the sweet aroma. Her attention shifts, absorbing his full form before her. He sat in one of the booth seats, patting the spot next to him like there were no other options. Her brow twitched, seeing perfectly good spots across from him. Ignoring his pressure, she did as she pleased and sat across from him. Even as she kept her distance, his beaming face didn't falter. Far from it, he leaned back to show how relaxed he was. "My... I was a little worried that you wouldn't show up."

Funny...you don't look worried. She shoots him a tense glare, pulling out the flashlight and placing it on the table. "Here Mr Brennan. I...unfortunately dropped it on the way home... I can pay for the damages-"

"Leas. Remember?" The wince on his features suggested that he didn't like to be called by that name. Though he recovered soon after, showing no interest in taking the flashlight back, he was more focused on her every move than the damn thing. "You're way more polite than the rumors had painted you."

Rumors. Every muscle in her tensed, thinking how the town views her always made her annoyed. It all started when she accidentally spooked her employer at her first ever job interview with a face that is always intense. Now that she recalled, the man gave up his wallet and ran away. Her mother used to say how Idonea could easily scare off a bear, even with the expression on her face. Of course, she worked gigs long enough to have some people actually talking to her for more than a minute. Not many pursued her company though. Fewer even referred to her by her first name out of fear. "So you've known about me?"

The waitress finally came around to take their order. An older plump woman with a burnt out expression on her face, her black hair tied up in a bun. Her red-painted lips strained to move as she spoke, "May I take your order?"

The interruption irked the wolf, almost about to tell the lady to scram. However, the male she accompanied flashed this smile so bright it lit up the room. "Let's start with some coffee and your delicious scones and farls for the both of us. "

His brilliant smile added a bit more life to the waitress's eyes, a blush seemingly formed on her face as she wrote down the order. "Sure. And would you like me to have them cook your usual, lad?"

"Yes, but please give my lady friend some time to order first" His gaze rested on Idonea now, expecting something from her besides some menial food order. Looking deep into her own eyes, appearing to inspect every aspect of her soul.

"Um...A scone is fine..." Idonea shifts underneath his rather intense gaze, suddenly shy towards it. There weren't many people who could hold her gaze without faltering and he unnerved her.

"Nonsense. I'm paying after all. We'll let you know when she is ready to order." The waitress took this cue with a slow nod and moved back to the kitchen.

His permanent smile evolved into a wily one, one that she didn't think he would openly display. He looked just like a child with a new toy. "My~! Never thought you'd be the shy type."

Shy!? Shy-! Would a shy person lead the wine tax riot in Bordeaux in 1528? Hearing that word to describe her felt insulting, especially living as long as she did. A small growl escapes her throat, his teasing irritates her. But his beauty and tantalizing scent dulled the sharp end of her irritation. Even as she called him out for his teasing, it lacked the anger that she felt. "Of course. If all your knowledge comes from rumors...you'd fail to realize the complicated intricateness in their personality. That and maybe I find you uncomfortable to be around with."

The last part was meant to hurt his feelings, which wasn't the case at all. It weirded her out that he had known she existed all this time and she never found him. How can a human with this sweet smell hide from her so well? What is different now that she gets the chance to drink in his scent and study his beauty?

He perked up and wrinkled his freckled nose playfully, if he had a tail he would be wagging it. "Mmm. You're not wrong. It's because of the rumors that, instead of reaching out to you, I kept my distance."

The coffee and pastries were served, ending this second wave of conversation in awkward silence. Pushing aside the flashlight on the table. The waitress scowls at Nea, waiting impatiently for her order.

"Right. I'll have a full breakfast." A full breakfast in Ireland comprises pan fried eggs, rashers, sausages, pudding, mushrooms, tomatoes, hash browns, baked beans, and more soda bread. A meal meant to feed a hardworking farmer, but in her case, this was a normal entree for her. As a werewolf, she has a very high metabolism and constantly needs sustenance. The most expensive side of her biology, hence the reason she even bothered getting a job in the first place. The waitress curled a thin brow, then shrugged, not staying around to ask questions.

Leas chuckles, "A woman after my own heart."

Her head tilted at the comment, then grabbed a scone for herself to chew one end of it. Every muscle in her tense to keep herself from blushing, don't let him see that his advances are working.

He didn't comment on her obvious discomfort, continuing what they left off as he picked at the farls. "You are a very interesting woman, Idonea. Despite how society paints you, you still try to do your part. My jaw nearly fell when I saw you help an elderly person with her groceries. You even walk dogs, if people have enough trust to have you handle their pets, that means you aren't some ex-terrorists or some grunt from the mafia. I told myself to reach out to you when I returned from my trip."

"Hm. A bit stalkerish of you." She grumbled between each chew and swallow of her scone. Her hatred going back to her lack of her own attentiveness, a human who managed to slip by her radar for so long is an embarrassment for all of her werewolf kind. Blamed it on the growing pollution that is clouding her senses.

He choked on his half-chewed farls, the laugh that nearly escaped him attempting to kill him in the process. He recovered after a few minutes, tears welling up at the corners of his purple eyes. "Ahah. Yeah, I am...better at being approached than approaching someone, so my actions are a bit strange. If I have disturbed you, then I am terribly sorry. That wasn't my intention."

His concerns for her comfort were received even though it is a bit too late now for it. He had done everything to have her attend breakfast with him. A human that can convince her to do exactly the opposite of what she planned to do is scary. But more than fearful, her attraction to him became stronger. She was starting to imagine how his lips would feel against her-

Stop that Nea! Her heart stopped at her raunchy thoughts. She may have had a slight crush on the mystery radio host for what he is, a talented individual. But it doesn't warrant her to imagine such things now that she can pin a beautiful face to the name Leasdich Brennan. It's not healthy, besides she can smell some of his intentions. It started with excitement, then joy, but she could smell the small sadness hidden in that cheery disposition that he had hidden his songs and presence. This man had just as many layers as she and for the first time in a long time she wanted to chase it down. To learn more about someone.

"I...forgive you." She finished the sweet-tasting scone, going after her serving of farls. Her hunger bested her, now glad that he was willing to pay her the trouble of his actions. She didn't think her forgiveness was even heavily sought after.

"I am glad that I haven't ruined our relationship! Genuine ones are hard to come by for me...and you're very special." He already beamed harder, blinding her with that spectacular radiance.

When he said that, she blushed hard and kept her gaze away. It was too much radiance to take all at once.

But why did he say that? He has a face that attracts everyone, a personality that is sweet like juice. He had enough money and fame to win anyone if he so chose to let people know. Who could ever wrong him?

It might be hard for him to find friends that care for him outside of his looks, fame or money. Her heart sank, feeling guilty that she had openly ordered an expensive meal just because he was paying. That she gets to meet the man she listened to over the radio for years and recently allowing her imagination to defile his image. It was selfish of her. She drank the coffee while stuffing her face. Once her mouth is free from food, she responds. "I'll pay for myself...Leas. I'd hate to use you for my gluttony."

"Hmm." He didn't drink his coffee, finishing his scones without washing anything down, which she found pretty strange. Why order coffee if you aren't going to drink it? He shook his beautiful head, "Not happening. But if you feel so guilty-"

He finally grabbed the flashlight, just to point one end at her. His posture is innocent and playful, but something emerged in his aroma that did not match his exterior. This scent was new to this individual, but she smelled something similar when walking into a masquerade ball in the middle of the Renaissance age. The smell of sex and lust literally suffocated her, accidentally barging into an orgy party of a bunch of Christian officials in her stupor. A memory she had tried many times to shove it into some mental box and burn it, only for it to surface back up.

She could smell a semblance of that off him and this time she relished it, making her skin shiver in anticipation despite the implications that surfaced in her brain. He...is looking at her, purple eyes focused on a certain spot on her face. Was he...

She didn't need to answer. Because he answered her, "You can always make it up to me...by going out with me."

Huh...