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 Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 4:58 pm
She watched him enjoy his drink and smiled brightly at him. That was what she usually saw and liked seeing in her customers. The ability to judge accurately what they'd like even if they don't know for themselves. Was it his favorite drink? No, probably not. But was he predisposed to liking it? She thought so and that was proven by his look of enjoyment and approval. Clearly, she'd done well and clearly he was interested. His dinner invitation made that much plain.
It was her first instinct to blush and gush about how much fun that would be when he asked her to dinner. To her teenage mind this sounded very much like a date. She was very interested and Harmony carefully controlled her reaction as she considered her response. He couldn't know she was this interested, of course. That simply wasn't how the game was played. If she made it too easy he'd lose interest. He'd already admitted as much to her.
"Sounds fun if I can find an open spot in my schedule. I'm kind of busy."
She started cleaning up after herself, keeping her body facing him as if thinking of a time when they could meet up. If he was interested he'd keep pressing her no matter how busy she claimed to be. She wasn't sure why she needed to play these kinds of games. She really kinda liked Jett. he didn't know what was so wrong about being able to say so. But for the sake of the chase she continued to keep up appearances and grinned.
"Tell you what. Why don't you give me your number and if I have some free time I'll call you."
If not and he wanted to see her sooner it was implied he could always come by the coffee house. Either way she didn't mind but this kept him in pursuit and not the other way around. She wasn't going to chase him down. She was going to allow him close at her leisure. And, oddly, this felt normal to her. Finally! A teenage girl worried about something simple and pure like trying to date a teenage boy! When the hell had that gone out the window for her?
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 10:23 pm
Another bemused smile twitched it’s way onto his face and he nodded. “All right, that sounds like a fair enough plan.” He set the cup on the counter and effortlessly fished out a stray index card and pen from the bag he carried; coming from school, it seemed he was well prepared to be handing out his number—or receiving one—at any given time.
Or, you know. Just a good student.
Jett wrote his name, a hyphen, and then his phone number before he slid the small sheet of paper towards Harmony and pocketed the pen. “Unless I’m busy, I’ll answer,” he promised; he wasn’t one to neglect any sort of phone call, particularly because more often than not he was playing with his phone, checking on his stocks or reading whatever recent news the internet updated for him.
Jett stood up straight and lifted his drink, flashing her another smile. “If you ever manage to free up that schedule, go ahead and give me a ring. I’ll, ah,” he glanced at his drink and nodded approvingly. “…I’ll definitely be back, Harmony.”
She had certainly made a good impression on him and the idea of more drinks as good as this one? …Yeah, he wasn’t going to pass that up.
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