burning perfectly good food | OPEN

He frowned as she confirmed that she'd have to lie about who she was and as she suggested just not getting to know anyone at all. He almost protested at that until she brought up that at least she had him. He smiled at that, completely willing to be that person who she could trust not to want to rip her apart for immortality. Before he could speak up about that, however, she was suddenly getting an idea. "Ooh!" he leaned forward, eyes wide, intrigued, "That's actually a really good idea! Just ask it as a casual question toward the middle. I like that!" he lifted his fork into the air triumphantly.

Tylar laughed and leaned across the table before whispering at him, "So what would you do if you were immortal?" She asked expectantly, not even knowing how she would answer the question herself. The door to the food court swung open pushing a cold breeze through Ty's hair. She pulled it back and tied it in a pony tail to avoid it becoming too messy before leaning her face on her hand for support.