Elphias/Phoebe
"Is this a date?" Phoebe quietly asked. Her knuckles were white as she gripped her tea cup.
Elphias's spoon clattered to the table. He winced and felt as though the entire shop was watching them, now. "Well, I asked you... So, I think that means it's a date?" he tried futilely.
They were hopeless.
"Oh," Phoebe replied without commitment. She sat down her tea and leaned across the table. Elphias's tea cup nervously rattled with his hand. "Well, people kiss on dates, right?"
And now, his tea was on the floor.
"I-I-I--" he stammered as they both crouched beside the table with their napkins. "I suppose so?" he offered feebly.
Pausing a moment to take in a look at her, Elphias surmounted the courage to lean forward and clumsily press his lips to Phoebe's. Phoebe's eyes went wide and she reeled back with a little squawk. Embarrassed, Elphias stood quickly and yelped when the back of his head collided with the table.
They now sat opposite each other, on the floor, spread eagle and redder than the table cloth.
"If I run away in shame, now, will you go with me?" Phoebe whispered, averting her eyes from the rest of the room.
"Absolutely."
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