Archer watched as Belle's cheeks flushed slightly, but she held his gaze, unfazed. "Maybe. But I'd probably be the one running the show, not chasing after some charming guy with pointy ears."
She smirked, popping a piece of lettuce into her mouth. Cece snorted, tossing the stolen onion ring onto Sasha's plate in a peace offering. ''Oh, please, girl. You'd be all over him if you spent five minutes in one of those stories.''
"Would not," Belle shot back, though her grin betrayed her.
She glanced at him, her red eyes narrowing playfully. ''Okay, maybe I'd consider it. But only if he keeps buying me sandwiches.''
Sasha leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. ''Careful, Belle. He's got a knack for winning people over. Those violet eyes are dangerous.''
''Oi, stop making me out like some villain,'' Archer interrupted. ''You're going to scare her away like most Earth women.''
