@rottingkiss || starter call!
there's a thrill, love thinks, in playing into joe's fantasy. it's transparent, really, what he sees in her. she dresses in soft pastels, light fabrics, natural make up. he wants someone to dress up for him, but that doesn't make it too obvious. to be attractive but not head turning - he doesn't want to be threatened. likes to come to work to sweets in his locker. likes to smell food cooking just for him.
and this isn't a role that feels like debasing herself. quite the opposite. she enjoys caring for someone, keeping his attention, keeping him enamored.
and there's something there. something in his eyes, dancing just under the surface.
that's what keeps her hooked, keeps her coming back. they're the same, she knows it. she doesn't know how, but she knows it. but he's smart, he's not going to show his cards early. not if he doesn't trust her, if he doesn't know that she would never judge him. that she understands more than anyone.
it has her lips curling into a smile as she hears him greet calvin in the front. there's a scone already plated for him, kept warm to hold that fresh from the oven feeling that makes him look at her like he's never met anyone like her. finally, the kitchen door swings open, and she glances over her shoulder like she didn't know he was coming. "good morning," a soft hum as she picks up the scone and hands it over. "guess the flavor." it's nothing too difficult, she doesn't want to bruise his ego. just engage friendly banter, get his eyes on her, watch as he savors the scone, trying to make sure he doesn't disappoint her. it's absolutely enrapturing.
as he does, she leans on the counter. a calculated angle, the loose blouse playing it's part perfectly to give him the perfect view. not too much - never too much - but enough to give him pause. hopefully. "don't take too long, though, or calvin will give me shit again for making you late."
