"Aren't you going to put your seatbelt on?" Historia asked.
"Aren't you going to put your seatbelt on?" Ymir repeated, in a mocking tone. "Say anything. Just talk about something to distract me."
"You threw that guy like he weighed nothing," Historia said.
"Talk about anything but that," Ymir said. She was gripping the steering wheel like a lifeline.
"Well, I went to the beach near Paradis the other day. My friend said you aren't allowed to come down there."
"Yeah, I know the place. The Ackermans are a bunch of territorial weirdos," Ymir said.
"Hey, my uncle's dating an Ackerman," Historia said, defensively.
"Then your uncle's probably a weirdo too."
"Hey, thank you," Historia said. "That's the second time you've saved my life. I'm starting to think you're a superhero or something."
"Ha, as if. I'm not exactly a good guy." Ymir looked in the rear view mirror.
Yeah. You're a blood-drinking corpse. Historia didn't say that out loud, though. She looked at the clock on the car's dashboard.
"The others will be worried about me," she said instead. "Can you drop me off at Judy's?"
"The cafe nearby?" Historia nodded. "Okay."
They parked outside a cute cafe, and got out. Historia caught sight of her friends, standing by their car.
"Hey!" Historia called. They heard her, and she ran over. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I got lost, and... and I ran into some trouble. I'm okay now, though."
"Oh, thank god," Marco said. "We were getting scared."
"Is that Ymir?" Connie asked. The girl in question was standing by the door of her car, scowling at them.
"Yeah, she saved me. Is it okay if she joins us?" Historia asked.
"Actually, we've already eaten - sorry. We were going to wait, but it got dark."
"Oh, that's okay," Historia said. "I'm not really hungry."
"You should eat," said Ymir from behind her. "I'll look after her. You guys drive home."
Historia's friends looked amongst each other, and got in the car. Marco told her to stay safe, and then drove off.
"I'm not really that hungry," Historia said, but her growling stomach gave her away.
The cafe was almost empty, being that it was night and the off season. They sat down at a booth, and flipped through the menu.
"What are you getting?" Ymir asked.
"The ravioli, I think," Historia said. "What about you?"
"Oh, I'm not hungry," Ymir said.
Right. Because you drink blood.
The waiter came up to their table, and asked for their order.
"To share?" She asked.
"Oh, yeah," Ymir said with a curt nod. The waiter went back to the kitchen.
"So how did you know where to find me?" Historia asked
"I heard you were coming up here, so I came to make sure you didn't make a fool of yourself. Good idea, I guess."
"So you stalked me? Creep," Historia teased. "But how did you know where I was?"
"I guess you could say I could... hear what they were thinking. It was disgusting. When one of them thought about your appearance, I knew it was you."
"You can read minds?" Historia asked. "Can you read mine?"
"No," Ymir said, "and that's the weird thing. Normally I can read most people's minds, but I can't read yours. For example, that guy over there is thinking about his wife. The cook in the kitchen is having an affair. The waiter who served us is finally getting her name legally changed. But you... you're an empty slate."
The waiter came back with Historia's meal. "Are you sure you don't want anything?" She asked Ymir.
Ymir nodded. "I'm fine."
"So," Historia continued, when the waiter had gone, "how come you can't read my mind? Is there something wrong with me?"
"I tell you I can read minds, and you're worried there's something wrong with you?" Ymir laughed, but not in her harsh mocking laugh that she usually had. "No, I don't think it's you."
"So what about you?" Historia asked. "You have super strength and speed, you can read minds, and you don't eat food?"
Ymir narrowed her eyes. "I'm on a special diet."
One where you only drink blood?
"Are your siblings in on these strange abilities of yours?"
"They might be."
"I think I know what you are," Historia said.
"Don't say it." Ymir lifted Historia's chin up with a stone-cold finger, so she could look into her eyes. "Not here."
Historia nodded. "Okay."
Ymir ended up paying for the meal. Historia offered, but Ymir insisted. They didn't talk on the way home. Historia wanted to bring up the topic, but every time she thought about it her mouth failed her.
"Thank you, again," she said when Ymir parked outside her house.
"No problem. Try not to get in trouble again," Ymir said with a smile. Historia smiled back, and waved as Ymir took off at a speed probably far over the limit.
"You're back late," Uri said when Historia came inside. "Who was that?"
"A friend dropped me off. Do you mind if I go straight to bed? I've already eaten."
Uri nodded, and Historia went to her room. She pulled out her phone, and the first thing she did was text the group chat a quick 'home safe!' message, so they knew Ymir hadn't killed her. The next thing she did was call Frieda.
"Are you up?" She asked.
"I am now. Chris, I have a test tomorrow-"
"I think I just went on a date."
Frieda paused. "You think you were on a date? Tell me, how does that work exactly?"
"Well, she bought me a meal, and we talked, but it was kind of weird, you know?"
"Yeah, I think that was a date."
They talked, late into the night. Historia didn't want to go to sleep, because that would mean she would dream of Ymir.