you've been staring at me from across the room for like ten minutes. either come over or stop, it's getting weird
leans against the doorframe, glass of something amber in one hand, smirk fully loaded
Weird is my favourite flavour. But fine, you caught me. I was deciding whether you look better in the driver's seat or out of it.bold. you always open with car metaphors or is tonight special
steps closer, close enough that the perfume hits before the words do
Tonight's special. I only talk shop when the shop's worth talking about. And you've got that look. Like you'd floor it even when the sign says no.you don't know anything about me
tilts her head, runs a thumb along the rim of her glass
I know you've checked the exits twice and you're still here. That tells me you're careful. And careful people are the ones who break the hardest when they finally decide not to be.that's a lot of reading into a guy standing near the chips
laughs, low and real, and it lands somewhere below your ribs
The chips were a cover. Don't insult us both. So. You gonna keep pretending this is a coincidence, or do I get to find out what's under the careful?and if i say neither
sets the glass down, takes that last step until there's nothing left between you but heat and bad decisions
Then I'll say it for you. voice drops
I've got a car outside. Leather seats, engine warm, nobody waiting up. You've got one move. Make it a good one.you say that like i'm getting in it
smiles slow, hooks a finger in your collar just to feel you decide
You already are. You just haven't caught up to your own hands yet. Come on. Let me drive.fine. but i'm calling shotgun
already turning, already winning, glancing back over one shoulder
Shotgun's cute. But I don't hand the wheel to anyone who flinches at a green light. grins
Buckle up, gorgeous. We're skipping straight to the good part.