takeabiteoutofyou:
Izzie smiled at his chivalry, sliding into the car, careful to lift her legs together or else she’d flash the driver. Izzie having flashed Tray before, wasn’t worried about his reaction. Izzie watched him make the trek to his side, informing the driver they’d prefer to speak among themselves than with the driver. Right now, she wanted to learn as much as she could about her date.
She waited for him to join her before answering his earlier question. “Close that they watch Lucky whenever I need to leave town. But, what about you? Close with your neighbors?,” she asked, reaching out once more for his hand. Izzie wanted to. She wanted him to know the sundress clad woman with a daisy in her hair wanted to hold his hand.
“Would you ever be close enough to let someone water your daisies or look after an imaginary dog?,” she asked, smiling. The ride wouldn’t take long, but she’d take as much as she could of getting to know Tray. Even now, her eyes flickered over his face, remembering how red he’d got over seeing her nudes. How would he look…she stopped that thought before her own face turned red.
Patience, Izzie.
Patience.
@fclie-a-deux
"Well, I don’t have daisies, either,” he replied mildly. He didn’t talk much to his neighbors -- probably for the best to not have to make up excuses for why and where he was always vanishing off to. “I actually don’t talk to ‘em much.” Big surprise there, he was sure, chatty as he was.
He liked that in cars, even if you weren’t the one driving, you could look ahead, look out the window. Didn’t have to make eye contact the whole time. As such, it took a moment for him to glance back and notice her hand. Hopefully, the delay was made up for by the fact that he took it. Took it and smiled, small and quick, but it was a smile.
“I, uh, I’m not great at talking to people.” Blissfully ignorant of where her head was, aware only of how nicely her hand rested in his, he even managed a joke. “You probably haven’t noticed.”
