First: Purchased: Negotiation
It was going to take a lot more than an hour to walk around campus.
It might take more than an hour to get around a single “quad,” the way Sylviane walked, which was to stop and point at something, tell him a story, and then move four feet to something else.
On the other hand, Leander really didn’t mind. He was learning about her more than the campus, sure, but she was, in the long run, a lot more important than just a bunch of buildings.
“Oh, here.” She flushed. He glanced at her curiously and waited. “Oh-” She noticed he was waiting. “Nothing, it’s just-“
“A bench.” He read the inscription on the brass plaque – it wasn’t her name, wasn’t anyone whose name he recognized, and they’d been class of 1920, so probably not someone she knew personally – well, not a human she knew personally, he corrected. Could be a fae. Could even be her mentor.
“I had my first kiss with – with someone I really liked for a while – right here on this bench.” Continue reading