Rayne could see it now, Cater standing in front of a microphone, his hair pinned back, as he sings some silly song, his fingers expertly working the chords as his other hand strums the guitar. He'd look so wonderful up on a stage with lights on him. His eyes would probably sparkle under the lights too, wouldn't they?

It's really hard not to daydream just a little about how he might look up on stage, before the conversation winds down to fortune telling.

Oh, he perked up so much-- was this what it was like to engage with someone else's interests?

"I need more practice interpreting readings," Rayne admits, as their eyes lock together. His heart pounds in his chest, breath catching in the back of his throat. What was it about Cater looking at him that made his body react this intensely? It wasn't like anything he'd felt for anyone else before... which scares him, really. "... So I could do a reading for you too, with my cards." He finishes the thought, taking another sip of his coffee, before resting the cup back down to adjust his hold on it.

Once it's down, Rayne's eyes break their shared gaze, falling down to Cater's hands. What if... How... would they feel...? What a stupid thought. And yet--

He finds that his hand slips a little further across the table, until his pinky and ring finger lightly settle over part of Cater's hand, as if testing the touch.

"You would need to make sure I was on point with my interpretation."