In a murderous time, the heart breaks and breaks, and lives by breaking.

Jessie smiles and follows. She takes a sip of her drink. "Oh my god, this is heaven."

Clair is licking the whipped cream from the top of her drink, admiring the pretty sprinkles.

Seth laughs again. "Okay, sure. Even though we both know that won't happen."

Preston smiles. "I have great taste."

Fay rolls her eyes. "Whatever. Fine. Just leave for two minutes so I can get ready." She begins to literally, physically shove him toward the door.

Jessie smiles. "Yeah, you do." Subtle hair flip like yes hello you picked me and I'm awesome.

Clair finally sips her drink, then yells a little. "Too hot!" Except it doesn't sound like that, because she burnt her tongue.

Seth refuses to be moved. "Oh, that's alright. I can stay here."

Preston laughs. "Maybe we need to keep you away from all hot drinks. Not just ones with caffeine."

Fay tries to push him right out the door but she isn't quite strong enough. She groans. "Fine. I'll just grab my purse. Wait, no. Where are we going? Am I dressed right? God, now this is turning into a big thing."

Clair looks at him like he's crazy. "Have you ever had iced hot chocolate? It's awful. Seriously. Don't try it."

Jessie sits at a little booth, scooting down so there's room for Preston to sit by her.

Clair sits by Jessie.

Seth shrugs. "Yeah, I really don't have a plan."

Preston looks slightly disappointed but moves to sit across from them. "Maybe, but at least you wouldn't injure yourself drinking it."

Fay is exasperated. "I'm not a big fan of not having a plan. Let's go somewhere casual. Like, Burger Prince or whatever. Burger King. That's it."

Clair frowns. "I'm perfectly capable of drinking hot chocolate."

Jessie begins to argue "Weeeeeell-"

Clair shushes her. "Shh."

"I was just gonna say-"

"Shh."

"But no-"

"Shhh."

"Clair-"

"Sh sh sh sshhhhhhhh."

Jessie sighs.

Seth smiles. "Cool, I'll drive." He begins to walk out , checking to make sure Fay is following.

Preston laughs. "I have to agree with Jessie on this one. You're not totally capable, I don't think."

Fay rolls her eyes but follows. "Can I trust you not to kills us in a car crash or something? Because, honestly, I don't think so."

Jessie smiles.

Clair sticks her tongue out at him. "Whatever." She goes to sip her hot chocolate, but knocks the cup over instead, spilling it everywhere. She jumps up. "Hot hot hot hot"

Jessie scooches away from the drink. "Fancy French hot chocolate, Clair, and you knock it over."

Seth smiles. "It wouldn't kill either of us. Besides, who said anything about a car?"

Preston shakes his head. "We are never trusting you with hot drinks again."

Fay raises her eyebrows. "Um, what else would we take?"

Clair is holding her hand. "It's really hot. The stupid lady messed it up."

Jessie laughs. "Pretty sure you asked for hot chocolate."

Seth holds the dorm door open for Fay. "Oh, you know. A motorcycle."

Preston laughs. "And I'm pretty sure I translated 'hot' correctly into French."

Fay takes a step back. "No way. No."

Clair glares at Preston. "Well you probably said scolding molten-lava in chocolate form."

Seth grabs Fay's arm and pulls her through the door. "Come on."

Preston smiles. "Um, I'm pretty sure I didn't, no."

Fay swats Seth's hand off her arm but follows him out the door. "We're going to at least have helmets for this, right? And elbow and knee pads?"

Clair sticks her tongue out at him. "Whatever. I'm gonna go get a napkin or towel or something." She stands and goes to the front.

Jessie rolls her eyes, smiling a little. "Why did we agree to bring her?"

Seth continued to walk out to the parking lot. "I guess you could wear my helmet. That's a kind of romantic gesture, isn't it?" He smiles at her.

Preston laughs. "Honestly, who knows." His voice drops a little. "Maybe next time it should just be the two of us."

Fay rolls her eyes. "Save your romantic gestures for somebody who actually wants them." She pauses. "But I still want the helmet. Strictly for safety purposes."

Preston laughs. "Honestly, who knows." His voice drops a little. "Maybe next time it should just be the two of us."

Fay rolls her eyes. "Save your romantic gestures for somebody who actually wants them." She pauses. "But I still want the helmet. Strictly for safety purposes."

Jessie smiles, but keeps her eyes on her drink, playing hard to get or whatever like she doesn't want to make out with him. "Maybe. Paris could be a lot of fun at night."

Seth gets to his motorcycle and picks the Hamlet up off of the handle bar, holding it against his body. "Mm, nope. I don't just give my helmet out without some sort of romantic something involved."

Clair is up at the counter, waving her arms around as she talks like the French are aliens. "I-" she points to herself. "Spilled-" she knocks over a cup with pens in it. "Myyyyyyy-" pointing to herself again. "Drink." Motions drinking. She continues, attempting to ask for a napkin as the girls stare at her, understanding but letting her go on.

Preston grins. "It is the most romantic city on earth after all."

Fay crosses her arms. "Are you shitting me? Just give me the helmet."

Jessie looks up at him, only with her eyes. "Spring break is coming."

Seth smiles, obviously not going to give in. "You know how these things end."

Preston raises his eyebrows. "Who said anything about spring break? We have tonight, too."

Fay rolls her eyes. "Oh, really? And how is that?"

Jessie smiles, wanting to just give in completely. "We can't. We have Clair."

Clair is still arguing with the cashier ladies. "Give me a napkin pleeeaaaaase. I just need like one or five maybe six."

Seth looks at her, not really smiling, but clearly being playful. "You always lose."

Clair: Preston you should wear this sweater
Preston: Um no
Clair: Do it
Preston: No
Clair: Put the sweater on
Preston: Clair no I don't wear sweaters
Clair: Put
Preston: No
Clair: The
Preston: No
Clair: Sweater
Preston: No
Clair: On
Preston: Nooooo
Clair:
Preston:
Clair:
Preston:
Clair:
Preston: Fine give me the sweater

Preston laughs. "Not a problem. When she gets tired I can just poof her back. Shouldn't be that much longer."

Fay is about to argue, but she kind of knows he's right and just sighs. "Fine, maybe. Can I just have the helmet please?"