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JAXON ORTEGA
Location: Harpo's Diner
His mother had once told him that to have a woman's heart was to hold the weight of a world in one's hands. He hadn't quite understood her until that very moment, when Claire looked at him as if he was the light of her world, and his rays lit up her beautiful features.
It was a remarkable thing to have. This power, this responsibility. His face clouded over with an unreadable expression, and he glanced away, pensive.
"Alright," He replied quietly, taking the silverware from her. The food was a welcome distraction from his own meddling thoughts. With an apparently unsated appetite, the leftovers were gone within five minutes. He washed it down with his drink, and when the waitress chanced upon them again, paid for the meal.
He tried not to let his impatience show. But his foot did tap with a steady cadence as he waited for his change, and the young man all but bolted from his chair the minute Madam Slowbones.
Jaxon's hand stayed at the small of Claire's back as he led her to his "ride": an old, beat-up 1990s red car that whined everytime the engine started. With predictable timing, the car screeched as Jaxon thumbed it to life, and he made a vague and Spanish complaint under his breath with a frown.
"Alright, here we go. Cliffside." He flashed her a faint smile before his eyes cottoned on to the road. "I got some drinks and blankets in the trunk. We can sit out there in the clearing once we got off the main road."