Who: Anne and Piper What: Tea at 607 Where: Tonight When: About 2 minutes after this Warnings: None
Piper stared at the elevator buttons anxiously, and he cursed himself for not just taking the stairs. He didn't want this time alone to think. He didn't want to let himself focus on what he was doing. It was exactly what he'd told Daniel he wasn't going to do, wasn't it? It was what he knew he absolutely shouldn't do. He should leave Anne alone. She was happy and sweet and the most adorable thing he'd ever seen and-
He halted his racing thoughts as the elevator door opened. He could tell, right? Normally, he could tell. He could tell with Rosalie and with Reed, and there was no reason to think he wouldn't be able to tell with her. He refused to focus on the fact that he'd actually lured her in with music to begin with, that the music lure was so much stronger than anything else was. He knew that. Just like he knew there wasn't going to be a way in Hell for him to separate the feelings the music stirred in her and what her actual feelings for him were.
Daniel was right. He was dangerous.
Shit.
He was standing in front of her door now, and he told himself not to knock. He told himself to turn around and go home. He told himself, even as he lifted his hand to the wood. Just this once.