Out of all the things he could have done to make things more awkward, he had to laugh. As it was quite hard to see through the heavy rain, he wouldn’t be able to notice how pink her face turned on hearing his chuckle. She almost felt like slapping him again. It appeared that he had decided to leave what had happened behind to make some kind of truce, which seemed to be the most suitable thing to do at the moment. Tucking a stray lock of hair behind her pointed ear, Bianca let out a small, uneasy cough. ‘Should I give in to him? Is it right to let him go?’ she thought for a few seconds, a tense pause between the two. Her mind told her that she should put it to rest and go on with her day, but something else told her she wasn’t done.
In the end, her mind took reign and with a defeated sigh, the slayer raised her large baby-blue eyes to face the man. “I know what I did back there was a mistake.” She held her slender hand out as raindrops rebounded off her soft, milky skin, for him to shake. “My name is Bianca, by the way,” she told him, slightly embarrassed about the turn of events. Wait, what? A dinner offer from him, the one who was offended? “You are one strange man,” she said with a slight giggle. “I’m not accepting your offer, because I have a more reasonable offer. I’ll cook you dinner at my place since I’m the one who slapped you . . . we need to clean up, too.” Bianca pointed at her damp clothes and hair as if to tell him what she meant by ‘clean up’. If he decided to accept her offer, the following events would occur. Plus, if he did, now would probably be a good time for him to think of ways to get clothes for himself since Bianca did not own anything he could fit in.
The inn was called ‘Martha’s Inn’, the large lighted sign illuminating the doorway that led inside. Bianca brought out her card key, placing it over the sensor, and then pushed the glass door gently, waiting for Konstantin to enter as well. Their dripping-wet clothes invited a lot of unwanted stares, which Bianca ignored effectively and marched towards the lift hurriedly. Her room was on the sixth floor, in the far corner and the largest once, since she had wanted a place to cook as well. Once they reached her door, she thrusted the key into the hole and turned, a clicking noise sounding. With a glance back at Konstantin, the wizard spoke before he could step off the rug at the entrance. “I’d suggest you use the bathroom first.” Pointing at the bathroom door, she grabbed a clean, folded towel and handed it to him. In the meantime, she would be in the kitchen, preparing her utensils and ingredients for dinner so that they were ready to be cooked once she was done cleaning up.