oi listen here you assumption-making yet adorable little shit first of all i didn't send you any text about you being like my appendix secondly i would not send something so disgustingly cute
hey barry come have a drink with me sometime THAT is how i ask a man out what now
ok but is comparing me to an appendix cute or is it creepy? because i think it might be creepy
and just to be extra clear, are you asking me to come have a drink with you as an example of how you'd ask someone out for a drink or are you actually asking me out for a drink
[ Oh. Maybe don't introduce the dashing billionaire to all the girls, Barry. Great job. And Barry might... kind of know, but he's hoping she's still joking. ]
[ Not what he's expecting. He has to reread it a few times to really make sense of it, but then it occurs to him that he's met a guy who knows Han Solo, so— ]
probably have a minor existential crisis. are you okay?
[ A short delay as he mulls over an answer, then: ]
lux, 30 minutes. sound good? i mean we could do drink drinks, but i'm not really much of a drinker. in my defense i do make a pretty mean caramel macchiato.
[ He's there in five, and when the door opens he's behind the counter, messing with one of the more complicated coffee machines. He leans back to get a better view of who's walking in, offering up a small smile as soon as he sees her face. ]
Hey, Clara. [ He gestures half-heartedly towards the coffee, giving a slight nod. ] Pick your poison.
[ She offers him a small smile, moving to the other side of the counter. She shifts, taking the box of chocolates out from under her arm to lay it on top of the counter.
It's ridiculous, this box: pink and red and frilly with a giant fabric rose on top, and bigger than both their heads put together. She pries off the lid, and there's an impressive amount of dark chocolate inside, though there's quite a few pieces missing from one section. ]
I figured I'd best share before I stress eat the entire thing.
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first of all i didn't send you any text about you being like my appendix
secondly i would not send something so disgustingly cute
hey barry
come have a drink with me sometime
THAT is how i ask a man out
what now
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and just to be extra clear, are you asking me to come have a drink with you as an example of how you'd ask someone out for a drink or are you actually asking me out for a drink
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i can't drink properly if i have to hold someone's hand so much
rethinking this plan
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gotta have priorities
speaking of, guess who called me cute today
that isn't actually a speaking of i just didn't have a real segue
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who called you cute i must know
tell me everything
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[ That's it, that's everything. ]
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oh my
well he said we had undeniable chemistry
[ y e p ]
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how embarrassed was he
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because it was actually un-DNA-able chemistry
in fairness, my phone told him he was so hot he denatured my proteins
i wanted to hide
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hang on check out this one
[ And after a slight delay: ]
> I'd periodically do you on a table, Valentine.
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did someone send that to you too?
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harry sent it to a famous billionaire scientist
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He's sweet
V dashing
[ a beat. ]
he told me something that almost wrecked me though
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that's him. v dashing. what did he tell you?
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what would you do if someone knew every detail of your life and told you it was because they know you from a television programme ]
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probably have a minor existential crisis. are you okay?
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No I'm not, not very much at all
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lux, 30 minutes. sound good?
i mean we could do drink drinks, but i'm not really much of a drinker. in my defense i do make a pretty mean caramel macchiato.
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i'll be there
hey barry do you like dark chocolate
i got a box today i'll bring it
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see you in 30.
[ He's there in five, and when the door opens he's behind the counter, messing with one of the more complicated coffee machines. He leans back to get a better view of who's walking in, offering up a small smile as soon as he sees her face. ]
Hey, Clara. [ He gestures half-heartedly towards the coffee, giving a slight nod. ] Pick your poison.
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[ She offers him a small smile, moving to the other side of the counter. She shifts, taking the box of chocolates out from under her arm to lay it on top of the counter.
It's ridiculous, this box: pink and red and frilly with a giant fabric rose on top, and bigger than both their heads put together. She pries off the lid, and there's an impressive amount of dark chocolate inside, though there's quite a few pieces missing from one section. ]
I figured I'd best share before I stress eat the entire thing.
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