❀Erika❀ Papi wanna see a trick thats worth it

The sun had started to scrape its way across the sky, from his guess it was already 5 or so hours after he had woken at dawn. Besides him one of the craftswoman sat with a paper pad and, pencil sketching away. With the new roses having grown to a better height it were time that they needed support, so the duo had their mind set on designing new garden trellises to aid the flowering plant in its growth. With bottles of water emptying fast they had both stripped down to the scant minimum clothing as for some reason the sun had decided to roast everyone alive on that day. Sending a slight glance towards the woman beside him the youth briefly touched her arm to gather her attention, it was a slight embarrassment wearing what was acceptable only whilst swimming. Yet he needed to get her attention, “Hey, Felica what about this design” yet the wind had blown the pages over, with his hand still on her forearm the page flipped to a double spread peonies across the page. The world swirled slightly, time flickered almost as he felt the sun vanish in exchange for a more cool light.

It was an odd feeling, for a moment a slight surge of euphoria before the lights flickered and his body floated softly. Almost as if he had been plunged into a dry swimming pool with his entire body supported.

Yet a moment later there was a cold table under him, the woman named Felica appeared unconscious beneath him. Lester’s brain was sore, he hadn’t teleported before, the rush of adrenaline leaving him tired was a first. With a slight mumble he ran his hand through his hair, releasing the mass as he rolled onto his side in an effort to look around.

Erika had the day off today, and she intended to just spend it alone. She had enjoyed spending time with Astrid but right now she just wanted to chill and do some enjoyable stuff. She had come to Motor City to see if she should upgrade a few of the magically powered cars she had, and maybe if she could get a new one or two. She had stopped at a restaurant and ordered a wonderful salad, the dressing was great, the lettuce was crisp, the tomatoes were ripe, the cucumber was perfectly cut, and the little wontons were placed in such a way to form a smiley face. Today was going to be great.

And then some couple teleported right on the table in front of her as she was just about to take her first bite into the little garden of delight. As she saw the half-naked couple in front of her, dripping with sweat Erika's face turned towards annoyance.

"Really? RIGHT in front of my salad!?"

Reaching out Erika went to push Lester and Felicia over, but as she touched his skin, Erika got a flash of some of his memories within her mind and her annoyed expression turned into a scheming smile.

"Oh... that's interesting, well you two should go, this place requires a shirt to eat here, but do try and drop in again, I may have business with you later... Lester. Also Bye Felicia."

The place looked, clean, not bustling with people yet a fair amount sat around little tables and benches. A yawn ripped his mouth open, yet it was promptly closed as he turned to set his sights upon the icecream haired female with an expression that seemed ready to tear him apart. Right infront of her- the bowl, it looked so delicious. So perfect and sweet, cucumbers still whole and perfect just sitting there in between folds of perfect lettuce. Her salad, and he was in fr-oh dear lords how could he explain this. As the smartly dressed woman inched forward felicity was already beginning to pick herself up and make sense of the conversation. Which was far ahead of Lester's lack of action. With a horrified gaze locked onto the poor salad bowl a slight moment of shock registered.

The woman had only brushed against him slightly, yet it had changed her mood. From being rather standoffish and quite rightly annoyed a leering expression had drawn Erikas face back. Uncertainty riddled him, it was a feeling which he had not felt in a long time yet it rotted his stomach. Lester, wait lester, she knew his name? He wasn't that popular nor was he well known, perhaps his face had featured in the bottom corner of a low class magazine once but that was just one face out of many. "YOU, um, my name. Im, im sorry but i have to go, and well, my apologies miss- fuck." The last word he spoke as a mutter whilst scrambling from the store only glancing back to note the name so he would never return Rabbit T.S Demon. Blacklisted from memory, maps, and noted forever as a place to run away from.