Flirting With Danger
“Um…” Laura was completely and utterly dumbfounded. She honestly didn’t know if this girl was toying with her or not. All of her movements stilled and the playful look on her face was gone. “Are you being serious?” she asked cautiously.
“Well, last time I checked, that was my name so yes, I am being serious.” Carmilla chuckled.
“You know that’s not what I meant!” The honey blonde exclaimed, swatting the other girl on her arm.
“I know, cutie. I just couldn’t help but tease you. That bunched up face you make is hilarious.” The punk's smirk grew into a smile as she said the words.
“Whatever.” Laura rolled her eyes. “Really though, I’d like to know if my life is in any danger.”
“Don’t worry, creampuff. I wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you.” She stated but then seemed to ponder her answer for a second, her lips quirking to the side before spreading out into a wide toothy grin. “Not without your consent anyway…”
Carmilla was seriously starting to get on Laura’s nerves. The way she acts is strange, it’s almost like she’s flirting with her. But that’s not possible, someone that attractive, flirting with Laura? Not a chance.
“Then why’d she give you her number?” Laura’s sub-conscious wondered. It truly made no sense so she voiced her thought.
“Why did you give me your number?”
“To call, duh.” Carmilla replied, her eyebrows raising. Shaking her head because that’s not a real answer, Laura tried again.
“No, I know that.” Laura said, backtracking. “What I mean is, you said if I was still feeling bad for messing up your drawing then I could make it up to you somehow. How can I make it up to you? Because there is no way in hell or Hogwarts that you were flirting with me. Even though you draw these amazing portraits of a much more beautiful than I am! ”
“Oh my gods.” The artist groaned, smacking her head against the counter top. “You’re extremely oblivious, aren’t you?” she said, looking back up at the waitress and rolling her eyes when she sees the confused look on her face. “Look, I’m going to level with you on this. First off I only draw what I see, so those portraits are indeed of you, of what I see when I look at you. Secondly, I need someone who’d be willing to let me paint them for an art assignment. I don’t really know all that many people who fit the certain criteria for the project so I thought that you might-“ Laura cut the brunette off.
“You thought that I’d fit that criteria?”
“Highly unlikely, I was actually hoping that you’d be able to help me find somebody who did.” She said and waited for any response to come. There was none, only the waitress looking at her with an indescribable look in her eyes. Curiosity? Disappointment maybe? But then the look was gone when she turned away to tend to another person who started sitting at the other end of the bar. “And maybe let me take you out sometime…” Carmilla added under her breath and twisted to the side to climb down from the bar stool. It was clear that Laura didn’t want to help her.
“Where are you going?” Carmilla heard from behind her. The waitress was peering at the back of the artists’ leather jacket, wondering what exactly it was she was doing. When Carmilla turned around it almost seemed like a saddened look was on her sharp face.
“Just leaving, sweetheart.”
“Why? I thought you wanted me to help you?” Laura questioned, her brows knitted together in confusion.
A small smile found its way to Carmilla’s face. “I do.”
…
It was three A.M. when it was only the two girls left in the diner. They had taken up the corner booth, each sitting on one side and facing the other.
“So… what is this certain criteria?” the small waitress asked.
“Hold on, let me find the paper.” Carmilla paused, rummaging around her bag. “Ah ha, here it is.” Taking a moment to read over it. “Alright so, accordingly I need a model with a ‘meaningful bodywork’.”
“What does that even mean?” Laura said, her face scrunching up. “Like a tattoo or..?”
“I think so. It’s not very descriptive.” The artist stated. “At this point, I’m close to just winging it and hoping it turns out okay.”
“Well, if it is talking about tattoos then I might know someone who has one…” She trailed off, her hand coming up to nervously tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Yeah? Do you think they’d let me paint them?” Carmilla asked, her eyes not leaving the project form in her hands.
“Oh, they’d be one hundred percent okay with it.” The brunette looked up at Laura, her brow raised.
“How do you know, cupcake?”
“Because they owe you for accidently destroying your drawing.” When Carmillas’ mouth opened slightly in surprise Laura smiled shyly and shrugged her shoulders.
”You? You have a tattoo?” Her voice was full of disbelief. “Nothing personal, cupcake, but you seem way to innocent and naïve to have a legit tattoo.”
Laura was taken back. “Excuse you. I’ll have you know I’m not as innocent and naïve as I seem.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’re not.” She purred, seduction leaking in at all places. Laura groaned but held her tongue.
“Do you want a model or not?” She said, frustrated with the artist.
“Fine.” Carmilla agreed, then her eyes narrowed. “But it better not be a little tiny cliché heart or something.” It was now Laura’s turn to smirk.
“Oh, believe me, it’s not.”
…
After the ‘exchange’ of numbers (Carmilla had already given hers) and a few minutes of mindless conversation later, Laura was on her way home from a long shift when her phone alerted her of a new message. Taking it out of her bag, the blue Tardis phone case a stark contrast to her all black and white uniform, she read the message out loud.
Carmilla: Meet me in the Arts building on Silas campus at six P.M. tomorrow so we can get started –CK
Sometime during their talk, Laura had mentioned that she was off the entire weekend and that they could meet up then, she just wasn’t expecting it to take place on campus. Even more so, she was not expecting that they went to the same university.
“How many times have we crossed paths?” Laura wondered but didn’t stay on the idea for too long, after all, she had to get home and get prepared for tomorrow.
If only she knew what it had in store for her…