Eric looked at her as he tucked the camera into the pocket of his black riding jacket. The leather cracking as he tucked it away. His gaze returned to the streetlamp as he felt her hand drop from him and it's lack made his heart skip a beat. He ran his hand through his hair wondering why this was happening. It seemed so odd. He blinked his hazel gaze a few time to try and clear the sudden fog that clouded his mind. It was so odd, like electric flashes shooting through his skull. Intense pain flashed then dulled and died. He pressed his hand to his head for a single moment and then blinked again in confusion.<span style="font-style: italic">What the hell?</span>He wondered before he turned away finally hearing what she'd said as her hand closed over his arm again.<br/><br/>He smiled and took her hand lightly in his, he'd forgotten what she'd said early and could barely remember it haven been said. He held her hand lightly enjoying the lovely feel of her skin in his large calloused palm. His gaze focused on hers as he spoke.<br/><br/>"There's a coffee shop just down the block over there. It's were I was headed, 'Coffee of Doom'." He gave a soft laugh, "yah ok the name might be cheesy as hell, but the coffee is the best you'll ever have and it's actually a cozy den with lots of big chairs and stuff. Anyways it's this way," He finished with a smile and started to lead her down the walkway away from the strange streetlamp. He just realized he'd never gotten a picture of it. He laughed lightly. What an odd day...