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Chapter 5
     
    A few hours later, Crimson was sitting nervously on the couch. After spending an hour going through her closet with Ivy, she had settled on a warm cream fisherman’s sweater, a comfortable pair of jeans, and a pair of soft brown knee high riding boots. Ivy had suggested a more revealing outfit, but Crimson wanted to feel like herself, not like she was on display.
     
    Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the familiar purr of Big Red pull into the drive. She grabbed her bag and went out to the porch. Finn was standing beside Big Red. Freshly showered, his long hair freed from its tether, he looked even sexier, if that was possible. Crimson bit her lip to keep from drooling. The sun was just starting to set and the fading orange light seemed to light his auburn hair ablaze. Gone was the dirty t shirt, and in its place was a snowy white button down and a tan leather jacket.
     
    “I brought her back to you, good as new,” Finn smiled, jangling the keys. “Hungry?”
     
    Crimson beamed. “Famished,” she said, thinking of more than food. “You drive, I have no sense of direction and I’m just getting used to these narrow streets.”
     
    “With pleasure, nothing like driving a beautiful car next to a beautiful woman,” Finn said with a cheeky grin. Crimson felt herself blushing yet again. This was getting to be a really bad habit. She needed to get herself under control. She took a deep breath, and got in the car.
     
    Finn drove them to the outskirts of town to a little café. There were only a few tables, and they seemed to be the only ones there, but Finn insisted they served the best burgers in town. Crimson studied the menu. From the look of the choices, you could put anything on a burger. Completely at a loss, Crimson looked to Finn.
     
    “What do you recommend?”
     
    “Well, are you the kind of girl who eats a few pieces of lettuce and a glass of water, or do you prefer actual food?”
     
    “The food,” Crimson said with a smile.
     
    “Then I suggest the Wimpy burger. With bacon.”
     
    Crimson scanned through the words she had learned from the crystal and was a bit confused. “Wimpy? Doesn’t that mean weak?”
     
    “Not in this case,” Finn quipped. “It’s actually named after a cartoon character who loves cheese burgers. They don’t have Popeye where you are from?”
     
    “I guess not. It sounds great. I think I’ll try one. And a coke,” Crimson replied enthusiastically, taking another item from the memory banks. She had never had a coke, but it was what Humans seemed to drink with burgers, so it seemed like the right way to go. She hoped he wouldn’t be taken aback by her appetite, she knew that Human women had some strange ideas about food. Despite their small size, Elves needed lots of calories to maintain the magic that fueled their glamour when in the Human world. She always knew she was hungry when her ears began to tingle. It wouldn’t do for Finn to see the delicate points of her ears and the catlike quality of her eyes that she was working so hard to conceal.
    Finn caught the attention of the bored young waitress and put in their orders. He leaned closer to her and almost absently took her hand. That same shockwave from before went through her body and she felt her pulse race.
     
    “If you don’t mind my asking, where are you from that they don’t have Popeye? I couldn’t help but notice from your accent that you are not from anywhere around here,” Finn said, looking deep into her eyes.
     
    For a moment, it seemed like all reason had left her. Crimson struggled to remember her story. At last, it came back to her. “My family is from a small island off the northern coast of Scotland. It’s pretty isolated.” This wasn’t too far from the truth. Not that any Human would be able to find it. Black Thorn Forest was on an island north of Scotland, but not exactly on the same