“I guess no matter what I say to that now, it can only be wrong”, the blond one replied, still chuckling, amused by the soft flash of red in his cheeks, “if I say that I agree I may make the impression that I’m flirting with you or am even trying to hook you up. And if I disagree, well that wouldn’t be any nice at all, would it?”
“Well, I can only speak for myself and the rest of the women: we just love the sight of a well-trained guy. And some of us even enjoy watching one working out. So you’re quite busy?” With a mischievous spark in her eyes Marlene cocked up one eyebrow. “So you’re like Storybrooke’s personal prince charming and really hard to get because you have such a full schedule book?”
“Think of it like this -- if you agree, you’re being honest about your good taste and if you disagree, you’re being honest about your bad taste,” he joked, grinning.
“I also imagine you like the sight of a wealthy man, or at least the sight of his bank account so I suppose that makes up for my lack of physical prowess, no? I’m damn good at tennis though so it’s not like I’m a lazy bum. Just busy,” he said. “I’d say not -- I’d realize that if a girl ran away from me and didn’t even bother to pick up her shoe to not pursue.”












