Re: Panacea | 4-15-2020 | Evening
"Ristorante," Eva corrected in jest, but her face had remained neutral. The smell of food suddenly seemed to split a crack through the spell - lessen the fog a bit. She hadn't taken a bite yet. Her mouth opened to answer but nothing came out, and she decided she needed a drink of cold water to resharpen her focus. Cloudiness was something the Silverclouds cast, not something they dwelled in. "It looks like they overfloweth," Eva said after clearing her throat and turning one of the two shells over with the tip of the tines of her fork.
Her wits, she needed them. Focus. "I want to excuse myself," she began, "but the thought of you dining alone in a private room is saddening." Finally, she could muster a smirk. "On the other hand, I could just blame the wine. But we both know it isn't the wine." Although, they had drunk from the same glass.
"What is this?" she asked with a helpless shrug. He didn't know. Neither did she. Asking was folly. "Whatever it is, I need to maintain control over myself. My abilities can be dangerous if I lose track of my emotions." Which she freaking had, already. The mayor let out a breath through 'o' shaped lips and took another cooling drink of water. Her stomach was filled with butterflies. "There's just," she set her fork down after having just picked it up again, "this magnetism. I-" Eva closed her eyes. "I feel what you first sensed tenfold when we come in contact." The mysticism. The magic. The astral connection. Any and all of it. She refocused her mind, opened her eyes, and met Nate's. Nope! Logic was gone. Good try, Zap. "I want you." Her face looked pained with regret and the fight against herself to maintain self-control. "Near me." Her arms shook.