Alec glances back at where Lotus is standing. "Uh, no, other cabinet..." He says as he starts the boil the water and goes to his pantry for the pasta shells.

"No, my kitchen is made for normal people..." Alec says back jokingly. "Not midgets..." He pours the shells into the boiling water and sighs, looking around. "So you came back for more Alec. Why?"

When Lotus mentions them being something serious, Alec lets out a little sigh and then shakes his head. "No, nothing on my mind," He says back, a little coldly, as he turns back to the boiling water and starts stirring the noodles.

"Great, can you go do that for me?" Alec says back, looking down at the boiling water intensely. "What else have you been doing, Lo? Anything else going on?"

"Heh, I can't believe you remember the name of my major..." Alec says back with a genuinely impressed smile. "Not so great, though. I'm taking a break from writing my thesis right now. I have too many other things going on right now." He shrugs and smiles. "I saw your blog, by the way. Very, uh... cute, I guess."

Alec hesitantly takes a taste of the sauce, almost as if with this new development, Lotus may have poisoned the sauce. "It's good..." He says after he realizes that he's not dead or feels sick. He decides to drop the conversation about the blog. There's no way to tell someone in a graceful way that you don't feel as serious about them as they apparently do about you.

"Oh, uh... Yeah, I guess it is..." Alec says back, his mind focused on other things. "Here, help me get out some bowls and forks, alright? Make yourself useful..." He grins and winks at her, obviously kidding.

Brielle arrives at the coffee shop and walks up to the counter to order some coffee. After getting her drink, she turns around and walks back outside to one of the empty tables. As she sips her coffee she starts thinking about Caleb. It had been a while since she had last talked to him and now that she was here in New Zealand on a business trip, she wondered if she'd be able to see him. She didn't have his number but she had told their mutual friend, Cindy to give her his number and she had. Now with his number in her phone she wondered if she should text him so that they could meet. What am I saying? she thought to herself. She barely know him but he seems really cool. Smiling as she thought about their last conversation, she decides to pick up her phone and send him a text message asking if he could meet her here at the cafe. With the message sent, she begins sipping on her coffee as she waits for him to show up.

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