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Love is the absence of judgment
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Eros surely took his time making his way to the cafe after having sent a letter out, just to ruffle some feathers so to speak. I mean he was not only ruffling his own feathered wings as he walks into the bar, but he was ruffling her metaphorical ones by having made her wait. For some odd reason, he enjoyed giving her a hard time because he very much enjoyed that fiery spirit of hers. But you see, this was no ordinary trying to make something out of nothing meeting after a one-night-stand sort of thing. This meeting was just a little bit more... unorthodox.

Upon entering the cafe, he runs a hand through his brown hair to tousle it up a bit and then tugs at the end of the hoodie he's wearing as he walks to the table where she's seated. A little smirk tugs at the ends of his smile, "See something you like Bon?" he says in a cool tone as he draws near. He reaches a hand out to grab the chair so he can sit down opposite of her and settles in just before she speaks but a single word to him. He scoffs just a bit "Short as ever I see..." he clears his throat "you're probably wondering why I asked you here..." He's literally dancing around the words, trying to figure out just how he's supposed to say this.

Quickly his guard is being let down and he's unraveling beneath that nicely tanned, chiseled exterior of his. But before he's managed to spit anything else out, a waitress brings his coffee to him and he takes a deep sip of it. His brown eyes peering over the top of the mug over at Bonnie. He sets the mug back down on the table, but keeps his large hands wrapped around it and begins to mutter all the while staring into the black coffee. "Okay, so now I see why girls have such a hard time saying this. So I'm just going to say it..." He takes a deep breath, hands still on the mug, but his gaze now on Bonnie "But like, seriously, this is so bizarre, even for me. You're probably not going to believe me... but I'm pregnant!"

He stops for a moment to let out a huge sigh of relief as if a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. His whole body sinks back into the chair in a more relaxed position and he allows his arms to just drop down to his sides, tilts his head back to gaze at the ceiling. He's finally spit it out and now the ball was in her court. He sits back up in his chair and takes another drink of his coffee simply waiting for her reaction now.

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