Taylor saw Link drift off somewhere similar to what she had just done she let him drift for a little knowing he would snap back. His response to her question came relatively quickly but he still seemed far off although his words were sweet. "How can you be sure you would like to spend it with me" she asked with a slight smirk, she managed to remain somewhat focused on their conversation though she was wondering where his mind had went just a few moments before that had held his attention. Taylor knew nothing of this boy but she was beyond intrigued and was willing to give up what would have been an afternoon painting and a dinner alone, prepared by her personal chefs to learn more about this guy.
Link stared as his wrist at a scar that he had left there. Sure he could probably heal it effortlessly but he couldn't. When someone saw a slit wrist they usually stayed away; usually that's what Link wanted. It didn't matter he didn't cause the scar.
Link stared up again, realising he was in a conversation. He hadn't heard a word Taylor said and silently scolded himself. "So dinner on me?" he said in a tone a bit too cheery. "That sounds great. Where would you like to go?"
He offered a smile, hoping Taylor hadn't said anything too important.
"You didn't answer my question" she said with a smirk, "I asked why you thought you wanted to spend it with me". Taylor contemplated what he had said though, she thought about spending a dinner with this guy then her mind, as always drifted to the fact that she looked disgusting, wearing clothes she had changed into so she wouldn't mess up her uniform in the studio. Before bringing up the subject that she was in no way dressed for dinner she waited for him to answer her question.
"Oh," Link said to himself. "Cause I could use some company. And you look pretty."
Link caught himself. He was about to say pretty beautiful but he didn't want to go there. They had just met after all.
"Do you have something else to do?" he asked, a streak of disappointment crossing his face and dimming his pale eyes. "I guess that would be alright. I won't force you to do anything."
"Thank you" Taylor responded softly with a slight blush coming to her cheeks, she turned her face away from him for a moment to hide it. Taylor could hear the disappointment in Link's voice and she could see it creep into his face "I have nothing else to do, I was just going to paint" she responds with a cute smile hoping to see the light return to his eyes. She bit her lower lip and then looked into his eyes "I am not exactly dressed for dinner Link" she said softly.
Link kept his face expressionless as he stared down at Taylor's body. His eyes lingered at her chest a moment too long and Link looked away, embarrassed. "Neither am I," he said simply. "We could always go somewhere less formal. Perhaps you would like some coffee?"
Link paused, caught on one word. "Wait, you paint?" Link smiled. "So do I. I prefer pencil and paper though. I love to scribble up some comics. When I was little I used to draw The Legend of Zelda cartoons all the time. I loved drawing Toon Link. I mean, it was like a self-portrait. I've got his blonde hair, when I'm mad my eyes can get black like his. Sometimes I used to grab a knife from the kitchen and walk around proclaiming I was Guardian of the Forest. I always had this-"
Link stopped, embarrassed. "Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go on and on."
He looked away. "What do you paint?"
Taylor saw Link look her body over after she commented on how she was dressed, she seemed to miss where his eyes had lingered on her tiny frame. Taylor liked his coffee suggestion, she honestly felt more comfortable going for coffee at this moment in time, not because of who she was going with but because of her attire. "Coffee sounds perfect" she said sweetly with a cute smile as she looked up at him. When he brought up her painting she blushed slightly, her art wasn't something she always shared with people "yea I do" she said softly before he continued on a long story of what he used to do when he was little. As like went on to tell his story Taylor worked hard to keep herself from laughing although the story was quite adorable, once he was finished talking it was quite clear he was embarrassed for having shared that with her but it was kind of a good sign that he felt comfortable with her. "It's okay" she said with an adorable smirk while looking up at him with her bright blue eyes "and I usually paint landscapes but I have done the occasional portrait but I mostly do portraits in charcoal."
Link still wasn't looking at her. "To the Coffee House it is. Wherever that may be." Link laughed and then faced one direction. "I believe it's over this way."
His eyes stared past the buildings lining the streets of New York. With his excellent vision paired with his supernatural power he spotted the coffee house immediately. "Landscapes are nice. I used to draw landscapes when-"
Link cleared his throat. "I used to draw landscapes."
He had met the girl not ten minutes ago and already she probably thought he never shut up.
Taylor was dying for this guy to look at her, as much as she knew he already liked her she liked to have the confirmation of him keeping his eyes on her. Taylor followed Link not offering her knowledge of the area up to him despite the fact that she knew exactly where the Coffee House was. "I like them, only artists really understand how much emotion you can truly put into a landscape and that you can truly convey an entire story through a single image". Taylor noticed that he began to go off on another story of his past but stopped himself "go ahead" she said softly and she wrapped her arm around his as they walked. Although the sun was shining and the sky was blue there was a distinct chill in the air.
"I agree," Link said as his gaze turned to their hands. "Only an artist can really make a picture say a thousand words."
Link was keeping his pace the same as Taylor's until she told him to continue his story. His face turned red and his pace got a bit faster. Ignoring her request, he said, "Maybe you could show me a doodle of yours sometime. I'd love to see what you can do."
A smile allayed across his face as he saw the coffee place come into view. "There," he said. "There it is."