"Ty, I want to run. I haven't wolfed out in so long," she whispers, giving him a pouting face. Tyler Herondale

As soon as she glimpsed at the regular's face her shoulders relaxed in relief, knowing that the last few minutes she had to-- Jedidiah Salvatore

--work would be peaceful since the man didn't seem talkative. She studied him as the coffee brewed, noticing his strikingly --Jedidiah Salvatore

--handsome features, the same face she saw almost every day. Once the warm beverage was done she carefully carried it out --@hDarkenBeast_

--to him, deciding to resort to conversation, even though she wasn't known for being outgoing. "I'm surprised you even --Jedidiah Salvatore

--showed up in weather like this, sir." Jedidiah Salvatore

"Ty!" She said, her features still contorted from a soft pout, pinning him down beneath her on the bed with all the --Tyler Herondale

--strength she had. "I haven't done it in so long. I just want to be my wolf again." Tyler Herondale

She frowns softly, gently climbing off of him, pulling her legs up to her chest, resting her chin on her knees. "I don't --Tyler Herondale

--think that's fair, Ty. I shouldn't have to contain my wolf." Tyler Herondale

"I don't need to be strong. That's what I have you for," she mumbles, gently tousling his hair. Tyler Herondale

"Come on, just for 10 minutes?" She asks, flashing him her big pleading eyes and her soft pout. Tyler Herondale

"The weather doesn't bother you? It's completely down pouring," she said with a soft shake of her head, gently resting the --Jedidiah Salvatore

--warm mug down beside him, slowly taking the seat across from him afterwards. "Why would someone like you come out to a --Jedidiah Salvatore

--coffee shop at night when you could be hanging out with your girlfriend?" Jedidiah Salvatore

"You never did. I just assumed.." She trails off, her cheeks lighting up with a twinge of pink. "Are you a storm chaser --Jedidiah Salvatore

--or something?" She asks curiously, her soft brown eyes studying his sharp, intriguing features. Jedidiah Salvatore

"Where'd you go?" She asks curiously, slumping back in the chair, absolutely exhausted from the work she went through today. Jedidiah Salvatore

"Totally not worth $10 an hour," she murmurs softly, rubbing her forehead with her palm, secretly hoping to run away her --Jedidiah Salvatore

--headache. "So you travel a lot? That's cool." Jedidiah Salvatore