Room 210, Thursday Afternoon

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Even if it was largely handwavy Ezra was having a great week of meeting some new people around the island and then getting better acquainted with them. He remembered this from last year, too, and he appreciated it for what it was: a brief moment in time when other people seemed to exist in a world that was a little closer to his. Because let's face

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Lucille had debated with herself whether this was a good idea, considering... many things. But as the week went on, she had grown increasingly frustrated, and as she had an excuse -- Ezra had sent her flowers -- she felt she could stop by his room.

She had rehearsed this visit in her head beforehand.

"Good afternoon," she said, stopping on the threshold of the open door, peering into the room.

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"Ms. Sharpe," Ezra said pleasantly as he turned away from his closet to face the door. "What a lovely surprise!"

For several reasons.

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Lucille smiled and was momentarily distracted by looking at him, because it seemed like he was even more handsome than she remembered. Taking a deep breath, she took a step into the room. "I came to thank you for the flowers." It was a good place to start, at least. "It was very thoughtful."

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"Oh, that was nothing," he replied, waving a hand as he took a single step in her general direction. Not too suddenly, though. It was idle, if anything. "Did you like them?"

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"I did," she replied, blushing a little. Not because she had received flowers from him, but because she did have another reason for coming here, one that was quite forward. Nudging the door shut, she took a step closer too.

"The glitter was a nice touch. I hope you have had a pleasant week."

When nervous, always start with some polite conversation.

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Ezra had far too good a poker face to raise his eyebrow at the door getting closed, even though he really hadn't expected that from her, and wasn't really sure how to interpret it.

But his smile did get just a touch smirkier. Just around the edges.

Though that also went with his reply. "It's been pretty fantastic, actually. Still, you're somehow managing to improve it."

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Stating the obvious: This week did strange things to people's inhibitions.

His compliment caught Lucille a little off guard; it hadn't really been part of her rehearsed plan, although thinking about it perhaps it should have been. Either way, she enjoyed it, and it made what she wanted to say easier.

"I have missed your company," she continued, not quite aware that she was letting her gaze wander up and down Ezra. "And I thought about the first time we met, and considered that perhaps it could be that we were interrupted. Not that we were quite ourselves, but still."

He had been about to kiss her then, after all.

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Ezra didn't tend to conform much to other people's plans. He liked to defy expectations - although mostly he just did whatever he wanted, and sometimes what he wanted wasn't what people expected.

"We did get interrupted," he agreed. Because, pollen or no pollen, he'd defitinely been about to kiss her. "Would I be wrong to assume you might want to pick things back up where we left off?"

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If the speed date hadn't ended at such an inconvenient time, Lucille would have let him, even if she would have been more reluctant in her usual state of mind. As she wasn't in her usual state of mind this week either, she was being a lot more forward than she would be but it wasn't like she'd ever not be tempted by that kiss.

"You assume correctly." The look on her face turned a little amused. "And your choice of flowers made me assume you shared that sentiment."

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Ezra was moving further towards her, now. But still being slow and idle about it, even if his smirk wasn't. "You assumed correctly," he said. "Personally, I thought the glitter was a nice touch."

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"It was," Lucille agreed, inclining her head slightly. She took a step forward herself, closer to him. Just like at the dance, his company felt easy and enjoyable, making her feel comfortable and excited at the same time. That was such a lovely combination, especially now.

"It made me think of the dance," she said, derailing somewhat from her script.

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"That was the idea."

And now with a smooth step, he was pretty much in her personal space. No touching or leaning in, though.

Yet, anyway. "Well, that, and... It just looked pretty."

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Of course Lucille didn't move away. If anything, she inched a little closer, not sure whether he would notice.

"I like pretty things."

She also liked standing close to him very much. Raising a hand to brush away a strand of hair from her face, she nudged his hand, not entirely by accident. It was new to her to make someone who was more or less a stranger understand what she wanted, and Lucille realized she probably wasn't subtle, but at least it wasn't vulgar, was it?

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It wasn't vulgar, no. And it was exactly the kind of step Ezra needed to see before he made his own move. "Then we have that in common, darling," he noted, as he reached out with one hand, and settled it on her hip. "Which is great, because we're both such pretty things, too."

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"You say such pretty things," Lucille replied with a small laugh. This was going so well, and his hand felt so good, even through all her clothing. Mirroring Ezra's gesture, she placed a hand on his shoulder. That felt good too, one finger almost brushing against his skin. She leaned a little closer.

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Ezra took that as his cue to settle his other hand on her other hip. Except it didn't stay there, but rather slid towards the small of her back.

"You know, that's not the only pretty thing my mouth can do."