open.

[whiteabsolution]

Magazines, magazines, magazines. Only so many pretty colourful dresses and other fine clothing could keep this girl occupied. Sugar leaned her head against the back of one of the booth chairs, sighing heavily, she could go back home but she would rather not. Stopping a waitrat, she ordered a glass of water and a sweetcake. Yum. Cake

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[not_british]

"Haven't seen you in a while."

Chase slides into the seat opposite her.

[whiteabsolution]

Sugar smiles widely at him. "Haven't seen you either. How have you been?"

[not_british]

Chase returns the smile.

"I've been all right," he replies. "What about you? I assume you went back to your world."

[whiteabsolution]

"I tried to go back, once I'd step out of that door...I just couldn't go back. I like it here." She explains, tilting her head as she looks at him. "Besides, far more handsome men here." A small catlike grin at him.

[not_british]

"Haven't been back here for a while either," he says, relaxing a bit. "And it's still a surprise to find the door show up out of no where."

[ooc: sorry for the delay! I was on the phone forever!]

[whiteabsolution]

Sugar brushes a hand through her hair, eyes twinkling at him. "I try my best to ignore my door as much as possible." She admits.

[not_british]

"Yeah?" he asks, interestedly, in a sort of 'do elaborate' sort of way.

[whiteabsolution]

"Well, in my time London is pretty bloody shitty." Sugar laughs lightly. "I'd rather be in a warm room with warm dinner at my fingertips."

[not_british]

A look of concern crosses his features. He can't help it.

"Things with your mother or your...job?" he tries -- curiously, and possibly even a little carefully.

[whiteabsolution]

Maybe.

"My Mum is a waste of my time..."

Sugar flushes pink at the cheeks.

[not_british]

Chase nods, making a sound that could be agreement, or simply nonchalance.

In any case, he leans forward a bit. "Have you stayed here long since you came back?"

[whiteabsolution]

"No, not long." Sugar leans in towards him, jutting out a hand to run through his lovely dirty-blonde hair.

[not_british]

He lets her; he's missed this -- he's missed her. Back in his world, he hasn't exactly had any time for anyone but the patients.

But he won't say it. It seems too corny, too stupid.

"I came through the door yesterday," he says. "Now I don't really see a point in leaving."

[whiteabsolution]

Sugar twirled a lock of his hair around her finger. He smelled so yummy, it made her want to envelop herself in him. "What place do you like better? This or your home?"

[not_british]

Honestly, the question is a difficult one to answer, and he says as much.

"Both places have their positives," he explains, voice softening with the closeness between them. "In my world, I've got my job and -- well, here..."

He looks at her innocently.

[whiteabsolution]

Sugar smiled sweetly, moving to nuzzle her nose against his cheek in a cute manner. "Here...?" She prods innocently.