he asks and stands, holding his han

he asks and stands, holding his hand out for mine.
“Sure.” He leads me to the sidewalk, settles my hat on my head, and leads me up and down the streets, wandering through gift shops and antique stores, jewelry stores, and even novelty voodoo shops. I soak it all in, looking in every nook and cranny of every store, and Eli patiently waits for me, not saying much, letting me lead him where I want to go.
He’s protective while we’re walking from store to store, sure to keep his hand on the small of my back, but when I’m poking around, he gives me space to explore.
In an antique jewelry store, I find a silver and ivory cameo locket that I must have for my mother for Mother’s Day. When I pull my wallet out to pay, Eli beats me to it, handing the clerk his card.
“Eli, I’m buying this for my mom.”
“She’ll love it.”
“Yes, but you just bought it.”
He raises a brow and watches me with an amused tilt to his lips, as the clerk bags it up and hands it to me. “You’re not paying for anything when you’re with me, cher.”
Before I can respond, he turns and leads me out of the store, and we’re back to the palm readers and musicians before Jackson Square. A woman with deep mocha skin and a bight white smile waves at me, and I immediately sit at her table and pay her before Eli can blink, making him glare at me.
I stick my tongue out at him.
“Well, hello there, I’m Madame Sophia.” She grins and begins to rub hand sanitizer on her hands. 
At least she’s a clean palm reader.
“Will I be reading both of your palms, then?”
“No,” Eli replies and shoves both his hands in his pockets. He always does that when he’s uncomfortable.
It’s kind of adorable.
“Scared?” I ask with a grin.
“Skeptical,” he replies, matching my grin and sending me off my axis.
“That’s okay, baby girl, he can just listen. Please give me the hand you’re most comfortable writing with.” I lay my right hand in hers, palm up, and settle in to be entertained.
“Ah,” she whispers and traces her finger around the outside of my palm. “You’re an emotional one, aren’t you, baby girl? You wear your heart on your sleeve.”
I bite my lip and glance up at Eli, who rolls his eyes. I know what he’s thinking: half the population does that. 
“A smart one, you are. Oh, look at that! You’re a good liar.” She glances up at me, narrows her eyes, and then looks back down. 
I lie for a living.
“Oh, baby girl.” She’s not looking at my palm anymore. Now she’s looking me in the eye, her chocolate brown eyes full of sympathy. “He didn’t deserve you, and you’re better off without him.”
I frown and glance at Eli, then back at Sophia. “I don’t think—”
“But you gonna be just fine,” she continues without a beat. “Sometimes, love be right under your nose, y’know?”
“I don’t think I really need love advice,” I reply nervously. She winks at me, and then returns to my palm.
“Ah, you’re stubborn, but that’s good. You don’t let people take advantage, but you are a sucker for the puppy dog eyes.” She chuckles when I simply blink at her. “Your parents miss you, way over there in Ireland.”
I gasp and move to pull my hand away. “How did you know—?”
“It’s just here,” she replies. “You’ll get a call soon that will change things for you.”
“Change them how?”
“That’s enough,” Eli says, and lays his hand on my shoulder, sending electricity down my chest, making my nipples pucker and Sophia’s eyes widen as she looks between the two of us, her hand still hanging on to mine.
“This is a powerful connection.”
“I said that’s enough. Thank you for your time,” he says and helps me to my feet.
“I don’t think she was done,” I say with a frown, and glance back to see Madam Sophia watching us walk away with a thoughtful frown on her worn face.
“She was done.”
His jaw is clenched and his eyes are narrowed as he leads me down the cobblestone street. 
“Eli.”
He doesn’t stop, so I dig in my heels and pull him to a stop next to me. 
“I’m fine.”
He tucks my hair behind my ear. “You should be wearing your hat.”
I settle it on my head, tipped a bit too far forward, so he has to bend at the knees to see my face. Finally, he smiles and tips the brim back.
“Why did that freak you out?”
He shrugs. “She was upsetting you.”
She was freaking me out.
“I’m fine,” I repeat stubbornly. He simply smirks and kisses my forehead. 
“Are you ready for lunch?”
“More food?”
“You’re in New Orleans, dawlin’. There’s always more food.”

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he asks and stands, holding his hand out for mine.“Sure.” He leads me to the sidewalk, settles my hat on my head, and leads me up and down the streets, wandering through gift shops and antique stores, jewelry stores, and even novelty voodoo shops. I soak it all in, looking in every nook and cranny of every store, and Eli patiently waits for me, not saying much, letting me lead him where I want to go.He’s protective while we’re walking from store to store, sure to keep his hand on the small of my back, but when I’m poking around, he gives me space to explore.In an antique jewelry store, I find a silver and ivory cameo locket that I must have for my mother for Mother’s Day. When I pull my wallet out to pay, Eli beats me to it, handing the clerk his card.“Eli, I’m buying this for my mom.”“She’ll love it.”“Yes, but you just bought it.”He raises a brow and watches me with an amused tilt to his lips, as the clerk bags it up and hands it to me. “You’re not paying for anything when you’re with me, cher.”Before I can respond, he turns and leads me out of the store, and we’re back to the palm readers and musicians before Jackson Square. A woman with deep mocha skin and a bight white smile waves at me, and I immediately sit at her table and pay her before Eli can blink, making him glare at me.I stick my tongue out at him.“Well, hello there, I’m Madame Sophia.” She grins and begins to rub hand sanitizer on her hands. At least she’s a clean palm reader.“Will I be reading both of your palms, then?”“No,” Eli replies and shoves both his hands in his pockets. He always does that when he’s uncomfortable.It’s kind of adorable.“Scared?” I ask with a grin.“Skeptical,” he replies, matching my grin and sending me off my axis.“That’s okay, baby girl, he can just listen. Please give me the hand you’re most comfortable writing with.” I lay my right hand in hers, palm up, and settle in to be entertained.“Ah,” she whispers and traces her finger around the outside of my palm. “You’re an emotional one, aren’t you, baby girl? You wear your heart on your sleeve.”I bite my lip and glance up at Eli, who rolls his eyes. I know what he’s thinking: half the population does that. “A smart one, you are. Oh, look at that! You’re a good liar.” She glances up at me, narrows her eyes, and then looks back down. I lie for a living.“Oh, baby girl.” She’s not looking at my palm anymore. Now she’s looking me in the eye, her chocolate brown eyes full of sympathy. “He didn’t deserve you, and you’re better off without him.”I frown and glance at Eli, then back at Sophia. “I don’t think—”“But you gonna be just fine,” she continues without a beat. “Sometimes, love be right under your nose, y’know?”“I don’t think I really need love advice,” I reply nervously. She winks at me, and then returns to my palm.“Ah, you’re stubborn, but that’s good. You don’t let people take advantage, but you are a sucker for the puppy dog eyes.” She chuckles when I simply blink at her. “Your parents miss you, way over there in Ireland.”I gasp and move to pull my hand away. “How did you know—?”“It’s just here,” she replies. “You’ll get a call soon that will change things for you.”“Change them how?”“That’s enough,” Eli says, and lays his hand on my shoulder, sending electricity down my chest, making my nipples pucker and Sophia’s eyes widen as she looks between the two of us, her hand still hanging on to mine.“This is a powerful connection.”“I said that’s enough. Thank you for your time,” he says and helps me to my feet.“I don’t think she was done,” I say with a frown, and glance back to see Madam Sophia watching us walk away with a thoughtful frown on her worn face.“She was done.”His jaw is clenched and his eyes are narrowed as he leads me down the cobblestone street. “Eli.”He doesn’t stop, so I dig in my heels and pull him to a stop next to me. “I’m fine.”He tucks my hair behind my ear. “You should be wearing your hat.”I settle it on my head, tipped a bit too far forward, so he has to bend at the knees to see my face. Finally, he smiles and tips the brim back.“Why did that freak you out?”He shrugs. “She was upsetting you.”Dia panik saya."Aku baik-baik saja," saya ulangi keras kepala. Dia hanya smirks dan ciuman dahiku. "Apakah Anda siap untuk makan siang?""Makanan lain?""Kau di New Orleans, dawlin'. Selalu ada lebih banyak makanan."