Pierson stared at Maggie. The original insignia should have a nine-petaled lotus on her forehead but she only had seven.
She needed just two more to complete her nine tails. For a young woman in her early thirties, she had a pretty formidable number of tails. Foxes her age usually had four or if they're quite formidable, five.
They were both at an eatery that had outdoor and indoor tables. She'd brought her laptop along to their date again and she was finishing up some slides for her online presentation.
She wasn't comfortable while typing, it felt like Pierson was trying to burn two narrow holes into the side of her head with his eyes.
She turned to him, his banana pudding cheesecake bar still untouched. It was his favorite thing to order from this restaurant and ten seconds after it's served, the vanilla wafers and custard will be all gone.
"Aren't you going to eat that?"
Her eyes moved from him to the plate and back.
"Nope."
