Who: Elizabeth Malcolm and Tristan Lewis What: Catching up and the start of rebounding When: Monday evening Where: Elizabeth's house in Martha's Vineyard Warnings: TBD?
When Tristan had showed up on her doorstep the evening before, Elizabeth immediately knew that the professed stuffiness of the castle had something to do with a woman. He may not have been openly moping, but it was written in his eyes, in the weary expression on his face. She knew that look well, having caused it more than a couple of times herself. What he needed wasn't just space, she immediately knew, was both a listening ear and a distraction-and she could readily supply both.
Most of the day had been spent with her showing Tristan around the Vineyard, pointing out which houses were known to occupy the rich and famous during the long days of summer. She would've suggested a walk on the beach, but it was getting a little too cold for that. When the chilly temperature started to become unbearable, she had led the way back to the house and, after dinner, went straight to her wine cabinet. She had never been much of one for drinking, or for relationships, but she knew that the best cure to a bad break-up was a nice tall glass of red wine.
"So," she drawled after pouring two glasses, walking over to where she had left Tristan sitting by the fireplace, "do you want to talk about the little lady that drove you from the castle?" She offered him one of the glasses, raising an eyebrow mildly. "Or is it too soon?"