Nesryn + Brian
Immediately her arms wound around him. Brian always smelled good; it didn’t matter where they were she always seemed to find his distinct scent. Nesryn took pleasure in a few seconds of burying her face in his shoulder before pulling back and peering around to survey the odd machine again. Her fingers twisted gently into his shirt and she found herself in motion, shifting the opposite direction from the thing in question.
“Oh, a love spell. That sounds exciting,” Nesryn remarked, laughing a bit. The end of her nose wrinkled with a amusement but she made no attempt to break free to tame that curiosity. “Looks like she really needed that.” The wolf didn’t notice the slip of paper hanging desperately off of the coin slot as if haphazardly pushed aside. Honestly, the eyes of the witch creeped her out too much to want to get a better look.
“That sounds way more refreshing than a love spell.”