<div style="text-align: justify;">Cassandra, feeling more relaxed after a good night's sleep and a drive around their new neighborhood, had no weird thoughts in her mind at the moment. Or most of the time, to be honest. The couple was a pretty stark contrast, but that was probably why they worked so well together. Where Blake had his ups and downs, Cassandra tried to be a stabilizing influence and help him reach a balance whenever needed. It was almost ironic to think that, for a person on the outside, it would seem like she would be the unstable one, being a writer, while he, would his physical and in theory simple work, should be stable and have few concerns. Only one more of the little things in life. Like the fact that, should she choose to, Cass would definitely be 'the boss' in the relationship.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">"Not yet"</span>, Cass replied to Blake's question about a book club. <span style="color: #FFFF00">"I might do some asking around, or we can host one here, if you don't mind"</span>. Looking around, Cassandra smiled. Maybe the library would work as a spot for it. A few comfy chairs and couches, and everything would be set. And maybe Blake decided to participate every now and then and try to make friends. That would please Cassandra, but she felt that it would be a lost battle before it even started. With a soft sigh, Cass tried not to focus on that for now. <span style="color: #FFFF00">"Don't rush me"</span>, she joked about his question on reading material. A tender smile showed on her face as she brushed her fingers on Blake's arm gently. <span style="color: #FFFF00">"As soon as we're all settled, I'm diving into something new, hopefully"</span>.<br/><br/>Watching as Blake went to the sink after his somewhat dark joke, Cassandra fell silent while she thought about where they could go. <span style="color: #FFFF00">"I drove past a few hotels by the sea side. We could take up a room and spend the night there, if you want"</span>. Before he replied, Cass crossed the distance between herself and Blake and looked up at him. <span style="color: #FFFF00">"You're okay, aren't you? You're not... getting <span style="font-style: italic">that way</span> again, right?"</span>, she finally asked, concern clear in her eyes.</div>