When Alice met you after being recruited by Agatha Harkness to go down the Witches’ Road, she was drawn to you in a way she couldn’t explain. Often reluctant to initiate any kind of friendship or flirting given her sour history with human connection and comically bad luck, the protection witch somehow found herself wanting to become closer with you, get to know you better, and maybe, for once in her life, start something that would not end horribly.

And through your journey on the Road, it seemed as though perhaps she was doing a good job this time. Through Jen’s trial, the short time beforehand and the time afterwards, she stayed by your side and you stayed by her side. Talking whilst the others were occupied with themselves, she felt a spark of hope that fate might be playing in her favour this time around when she saw the blush on your face.

So, when the next trial initiated and Alice’s eyes landed upon a secluded enough room away from the others, she seized the opportunity and swiftly wrapped her fingers around your wrist to drag you away. You followed like a lost puppy, which only made her want to get you to herself even more.

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“I wanted some privacy with you.” The protection witch admitted as she stepped into the sound booth, seeing the confused look on your face.

“Some privacy.” You remarked sarcastically, a finger pointed at the clear glass window that oversaw the main area of the studio.

“It will do.” Alice dismissed. She took a step closer to you, her voice having clear intent within it as her eyes locked with your own. “No one’s around, at least.” She assured, voice soft and gentle, her eyes briefly dropping down to your lips before meeting your gaze.

She was so close to you that you could feel her breath on your skin, slightly more sped up than normal, giving away the confident demeanor she always held. She knew it was risky here, but she had spent the last hours somewhat-subtly flirting with you and wasn’t sure when the two of you would get another opportunity to be alone after this.