Willa smiles softly. She doesn't think so. Maybe if things hadn't happened to her. Maybe if she hadn't of been left with Wyatt by her family. If they had met and made each other better back then.

"Probably." She murmurs softly.

If she hadn't of sworn she hated all men. If she didn't have a personal vendetta for so long.

"I was scared of men, though. So maybe not." She admits, because she wants to share that side of herself with him.


_{Rory Faust}

"I can't imagine you as anything else than a perfect gentleman." Willa laughs softly and finally places her spoon down, having been licking syrup off of it for a couple minutes, now.

"I was pretty intense as a teenager, I think. Always up to no good." She laughs softly.


_{Rory Faust}

Willa perks up a little bit, before squinting at him. "You sound like you're speaking from experience." She laughs softly.

"Any little ones on your end I should be expecting to pop up?" She raises an eyebrow, realizing she's never asked him if he has children of his own. Obviously, he might have reservations about telling her; sometimes she did, too. But he already knew Wyatt, so the whole "childless," angle couldn't really be played here. Not that she wanted to, anyway.


_{Rory Faust}

"Oh, I'll definitely want French Toast. Wyatt can suck it." Willa quips, before grinning. "But no, I'm sure he'll eat whatever you make... He's a good boy. Just sort of an asshole right now."

She rolls her eyes. "Teenagers."


_{Rory Faust}

Willa rolls her eyes a bit.

"Well, he used to like pancakes, but now he's in this whole, 'I need to be buff to impress girls,' phase, so." She laughs softly and waves her spoon around a little. "So, it's mostly eggs, rashers, and protein shakes he eats for breakfast now. Or oatmeal."


_{Rory Faust}

"Good, I always feel bad when Wyatt gets up to cook." She laughs softly. Wyatt had learned from an early age that his mother's cooking was terrible. Usually the house keeper would cook for him while his mother was away, but he actually got quite good at it on his own, too.

"I love french toast." She prompts, raising her eyebrows. "Or mankey bread."


_{Rory Faust}

At his question, Willa smirks, raising an eyebrow.

"If you want to. It does add a certain sense of danger, doesn't it?" She laughs, thinking about it. She's had men stay over who have snuck out - it was sort of exciting, actually.

"But I don't think I'll grade you on your ability to crawl down my trellis." She grins at him.


_{Rory Faust}

Willa smiles as he agrees pleasantly to her terms, tilting her head as she takes half of what's left of the dessert, scooping it into her mouth.

"I agree. It's been a lovely time." She says after swallowing, licking some of the custard from her lips. "If we were to have a sleepover, though... I'd prefer it be at my place. I don't like to leave Wyatt alone overnight if he's home and not at a friend's house." Because teenagers with an awesome empty house spelled disaster, to her. Not that she didn't trust her son, just just knew teenagers; she was one once. That's how she wound up with Wyatt in the first place.

"If that's alright."


_{Rory Faust}

Rory makes a note of her favourite, and WIlla practically melts.

"So, just to let you know." Willa starts, licking her lips as she thinks of how to word this. "I'm not ready to... Mmmm... spend the night. I hope that's alright. I'm a bit old-fashioned." She laughs softly. "When it comes to sleepovers, at least."


_{Rory Faust}

Willa smiles and takes the utensil, taking a small scoop of the dessert. Her eyes widen a bit as she lets it settle on her tongue before swallowing it. She smiles brightly.

"It’s delicious, Rory. Truly." She takes another scoop. The quiet calm of the breeze coming up on the balcony, and the serene feeling even without the music makes her melt a little bit.

It’s perfect.


_{Rory Faust}

She takes her seat to wait for dessert, gently brushing out her shirt.

Contain yourself, Willa…

When he returns, she blushes at the way he sets down the one plate. To share. "You’ve outdone yourself, Rory…"


_{Rory Faust}

Willa sighs happily at the kiss, watching him go as he pulls away to retrieve the desert.

"Okay…" She licks her lips and presses her hand to her heart, willing it to still.


_{Rory Faust}