Meetup on Erie

[Byron]

With a grin on her face, Elena gladly accepted the glass of wine John offered to her with one hand, while the other one still rested on the picnic blanket. Slightly nodding, she rose her glass to her lips as well, closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment, as the wine slowly made its way through her mouth. It was definitely a good one John had decided on here, and judging from how it tasted, it probably wasn't just from a mass production line on Manhattan. Slowly, she lowered the glass again, but still hold it in her hand.

Grinning again, she slightly switched her body position to a more comfortable one, as she started talking. "Usually women don't work on their own ships, huh?" She began to chuckle. "Well, it demands your judging, but I personally doubt I'm the stereotypical woman. You know, I ain't so much about shopping and stuff like that. Also, another funny thing, I don't have a shoe craze like nearly every other woman, instead I'm much more about my ships. But I already told you about that. My friends even attested me a Borderworld Series fetish, just 'cause I love the design, its ships look so appealing to me. But, as you can already imagine, the thing I'd love to fly once in my life is a Wraith."

Elena paused quickly, as she laughed about what she just said. "And that's what happens when you date me, John. Suddenly, we talk about space ships. See, I'm a nerd? Anyways, about the other stuff. I doubt you wanna hear me sing, really, my voice literally cracks up every time I try. I'm still doing it at times, though, hoping to improve over time. It's cool to have a good singing voice, at least in my opinion." She took another sip from her glass before she continued again. "With dancing, sure, let's try it out anytime soon. Some fast dancing tracks in a disco could really be a lot of fun. As long as you don't step on my feet, that is." Giggling, she took a deep breath. Just now she realized it was actually getting quite dark already, the sun had already vanished from the horizon, and she felt like it slowly became colder.

Without saying anything, she grabbed for the lighter in the basket and lighted the candle John had brought with him. The light the candle gave flickeringly shone onto the two of them, especially their faces. "A lot better now, don't you think, John?" She chuckled slightly. " 'Into something romantic', I guess."

As she had decided to make another small pause to shortly enjoy the moment, her glimpse remained on John. "So yeah, I'm a rebel. And yes, I might got some problems with my impulse control. The thing is ... when I see something happen I can't stand, I literally feel unable to just stay at the side and do nothing about it. It ... feels wrong to me, I always think like - 'I gotta do something about this!', if you understand what I mean. I know it can be bad, and I'm already trying to get rid of it, but in the end, that's just me. One would call it dumb, another one honorable maybe. For me, it's just me, I don't think about what it actually is." She sighed. "And I see, I'm already talking much. Good job, John. You know what that means."

With a smile on her face, she once again took a sip from the glass.