The tiny bell attached to the frame of the door connected to the Monroe's Family Diner radiated a monotone jingle, signaling that the young were with a case of the munchies had entered the restaurant. The heavy smells of cooking oils, pancakes, bacon, and sausages traveling through the friendly environment was almost too much to bear for him. As if his unsatiation wasn't already eating at Brennan's stomach, but add his heightened sense of smell that came with the package of being a werewolf, and it was practically killing him. But Brennan had the patienice of a saint, a quality that was envied among his peers.

His brilliant turquoise eyes, with a bit of fatigue within from the lightly put 'busy night' before, scanned the area for abandoned seats. Brennan took a seat at an empty booth, twiddling his thumbs as he waited for the arrival of his lover, Naiya.

Her hair was tied up, she slwoly reached for the door handle stopping to fix herself up in the window. Opening the door she walked slowly inside. Her heels tapping on the floor as she slowly spotted Brennan and walked up to him. SHe gently placed one of her hnds on his shoulder and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. Leaving the mark of her red lipstick she smiled at him.

"hello" she whispered to him, "where do you want to sit?"

"Here's fine with me," Brennan answered, gesturing to the booth he was sitting in. "Damn, I could eat a cow. And I'm not kidding. A whole cow." he added for clarity, using all of his concentration to smirk at her. He raised his head a little higher to exchange the gentle kiss.

She giggled,

"WEll i could eat a nice salad and some ice tea" she said as she sat next to him at the booth. Crossing her legs and placing the napkin on her lap she looked over at him.

"So, whats new?"

"A salad?" he repeated, as if it was the world's greatest crime to consume those leafy green vegetables. "It's Monroe's!" Brennan declared. "You're supposed to be eating breakfast food!" he laughed a bit, sniffing her scent for a moment, then raised an eyebrow behind the shaggy bangs nearly stopping his line of sight.

"You smell different." Brennan observed randomly.

She laughed a bit at him,

"Smell diffrent? I put on prefume, why you like it" picking up the menu she looked it over. " Fine since I cant have my Salad I will have Pancakes and sausage" she said in a giggle.

"Hmm..." he peered at his menu, his thoughts not distracted from that scent that was clearly not a botanical perfume. It frustraited him so much, that unrecognizable scent. His eyes skimmed across the words, debating over the choices. "I guess I'll get the bacon, eggs, pancakes, and sausages." Brennan decided, still thinking hard about the faint smell still emitting from Naiya.

Niya peered into his eyes, something was bothering him but she dditn know what it was.

"Brennan" she whispered to him, "whats wrong you seem fustrated."

She looked deep into his eyes. Scanning his soul for the answer.

"It's nothing." he insisted flatly, brushing his fingertips through his tousled midnight black hair. The waitress came by, taking their orders, and Brennan waited, some of his patientice for the food's arrival eroding away.

Naiya gazed at him Everyrthing about him was perfect but one thing was bothering him but she didnt know what. She played with the fork and spoon on the table as she stared at him then at the resturant then back at him. The smell of Pancakes filled the air.

"where do you want to go tonight brennan?" she asked softly.

He released a elongated sigh, avoiding eye contact.

"I don't know..." he paused for a moment, leaning in and whispering. "Naiya, I'm just... worried about you. I don't know why. Everything seems fine, but... I don't know why I'm fearing for you..."

He paused again, silence filling the heavily scented air.

"Does it bother you... that I'm a were?"

She looked at him, there eyes gazing into each others. Taking his hands in hers she looked deep into his eyes.

"Brennan, I dont care what you are. You make me happy, you understand me. Thats all that matters, I want to go through everything with you" he said. Her heart spilling for him. SHe never felt this way before and she was happy yo feel like this.

"Brennan I love you, no matter what" she slowly scooted herslef closer to him, laying her head on his shoulder.

"Dont worry abotu me, Im fine there nothing wrong with me. I would be the first to know"

He stroked her hair for a moment, smiling. "Wolf intuition," he explained warily, whispering it meekly. "It's just... you smell different. It's not that lovely perfume, either." Brennan pulled away as the waitress arrived with the food, recalling his starvation and digging in.

Naiya picked up her fork and knife and started to eat her pancakes. Slowly cutting each piece into little squares and putitng them one by one inher mouth as she chewed on one and swolloed it. She saved the sausage for last becasue it wa sher favorite. Taking a sip of her water she continued to eat her meal. Pausing for a moment to look at him she asked,

"the smell, why dont we go to the bookshop and see if we can find anything about what is it your smelling. I mean you do have wolf instincts" she paused after saying what she said and continued to eat. Watching him for his answer.

The meal was incredible; the pork and fried eggs were excelling even Brennan's expectations, and the pancakes were on equal terms as the rest. He looked up from his breakfast, slightly reddening from embarassment of consuming in such an informal way. "That is a good idea," he agreed with Naiya's stance, nodding. "But do you think they carry literature like that?" he asked, staring into her eyes.

She giggled as she whiped her face. Nodding her head as she did.

"Silly its a bookstore, they have to"

She scooted herslef closer to him and layed her head on his shoulder. The meal was wonderful.

"That was a great meal"

He shrugged. "Just wondering. Not everyone in this town..." he trailed off. "Well, knows... about magic." Brennan added in a hoarse whisper, in the case that anyone was listening to their conversation.

Brennan beamed. "Yeah, it was." he agreed as the waitress took the plates, with various food debris scattered atop.

Niya looked up at him. She was worried for him. She didnt know how to explain it but she really thinks something is wrong with him. He seems worried about her about something that she doesnt even know abotu but yet she turns around and gets worried about him.

"Ready?" she whispered. Hopeing he would say no so they coul relax for a while longer.

Brennan exhaled a breath from the very depths of his lungs. "Not really," he admitted, not willing to say anything at all as he just stared into her eyes, the bright blues meeting his own turquoise. After the chatterings of the other families at the tables had started to become louder, he whispered, "Is something bothering you? You look a little sick." Brennan leaned over the table on impulse, touching her cheek and gracing it with a gentle, brief kiss.

She shook her head.

"not at all, is something wrong with you?" she placed one of her hands on his cheek and layed it there. With her fingures she gently played with his hair. The smell of other people orders filled the air of the resturant. Taking a deep breath in she smiled,

"makes me want to eat more" she giggled looking into his eyes.

"And you were just talking about ordering a salad..." he taunted playfully. He blinked, looking away for a few seconds. "Naiya... where do we go from here?" Brennan inquired, now looking into her eyes again. "What do we do, now that... ?" he trailed off again. "What's next, my dear?"

{ooc: Bleh. Short.}

SHe stared at him. His questions range in her head like a telephine. With a simple smile she whispered to him,

"I will go and do anything with you."

SHe leaned in and kissed him. staring back at him as she smiled.

"Now lets go to the book store. WE need to know why your acting so odd.