❄ Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters ❄ 1x1 with IceMakeMage19

"What do you want to eat?" Hank asked from the kitchen.

"Um, anything you have is fine," Nitera called, not wanting to be anymore of a bother than she already felt like.


Charles was able to leave his thesis speech early and came straight to the bar. "Amelia, darling, I'm here," he called, grinning.

"No, I wanna make something you like, Nitera," Hank told her with a smile.


"Amelia's in the back right now, kid," the bartender told him as he cleaned a glass.

Nitea blushed. "U-Um... I like sandwiches..."


"Ah. Mind going to get her for me then?" Charles asked, maybe using a little of his mind persuasion to make him get her.

"Breakfast sandwich okay then?" Hank asked.


"Uh, yeah, sure." The bartender walked into the backroom and came back moments later with Amelia.

"What are you doing here?" Amelia asked Charles as she leaned on the bar. "I thought you were going to be at the college till 11."

Nitera smiled. "Sure." She hugged her knees on the couch, watching TV.


"I cut the statement short. Its only practice until the real thing next Friday," Charles said, leaning over and pecking her lips. "What's up?"

Hank made 2 breakfast sandwiches that were made of toast, eggs, bacon and ham before he walked over with them. "I hope they're good."


Amelia sighed. "Other than a drunkard grabbing my bu.tt earlier, i'm peachy," she said sarcastically.

Nitera looked at the sandwiches, thinking they looked really good. "Looks really, really good," she told Hank, smiling. "Thank you."


Charles frowned. "What can I do to convince you to quit working here?"

Hank smiled. "Your welcome, Nitera." He kissed her head.


"Charles, I can't quit. I need this job to pay off my brother's medical bills," Amelia reminded him.