Burning down the house

Aya gripped Dilan's hand tightly and shifted her gaze from the window to him as they came to a slow stop outside Carnegie Hall. She...really wasn't sure about this. His fever had broken just this morning, and sure, it was nice to go out to the Opera. It would make a wonderful, memorable Christmas Eve...

...but she was still getting over just how sick he'd been. She turned his hand over in her lap and slowly traced her fingertips along his palm, not shifting a muscle even as the doorman looked at them hesitantly. "You up for this? I...tonight feels strange Dilan."

Very strange. now that they were here she wasn't exactly sure what was bothering her more, the odd feeling in the air or worry for Dilan's health.

Hell, she'd even forgotten her shawl.

Halloween

Like ever other Halloween, the crazies had come out for the weekend, so of course she was late. Late getting off shift. Late getting into costume. Late getting to the party to meet Dilan. At least the precinct boys hadn't gotten pictures this time around, or even a chance to heckle.

Braig had helped her with the costume idea this year (NOT french maid), he'd told her that Dilan was going as a professor. Naturally, she decided on a student. The best way to pull that off was with a uniform of some sort...

She had to leave the full length coat with the hatcheck girl, but that was alright. She'd sprung for the real thing, not fetish wear, that meant she wasn't trying to hide a tiny skirt behind her hands. Now she just had to find Dilan...luckily there was a bit of a balcony where she could just stand and watch for a bit.

The little bitty waves

The elastic strap was suppose to go around her ankle. Of course, the board she'd gotten hadn't exactly come with instructions (that she saw anyway), so she had it kinda tucked in the shoulder strap of her swimsuit. She couldn't find her flip-flops, but she did remember sunblock! That as the important part right?

The boys had promised to teach her how to surf! Or wake surf...or wade, or something. She could swim a little, and she didn't think they'd be going very deep, but this was her first time to the beach that wasn't poking at tide pools. She felt kinda...grown up.

Yep, very grown up with a board almost as big as she was.

Oh those lovely lawsuits

Aya reached out to slap her alarm clock and pulled the covers over her head. She really didn't want to get out of bed today. The very idea of going into the courtroom scared her. Yes, she'd have to get over that eventually, but suing...suing just gave her the creeps. It felt like things were out of hand. Out of control.

She hated that feeling.

That meant she wanted to stay in bed. Sadly, she could smell coffee. And the snooze button wasn't where it was suppose to be...in fact, her alarm wasn't where it was suppose to be. "The hell?" she muttered from within the blankets.