WIP meme
Tagged by @eight-years-revolution, thank you! not gonna tag anyone specifically but if you’d like to do it, feel free to tag me
first “flirt” scene(s) with Darwin, edited to not include choices. under the read-more in case you don’t want to be spoiled:
When I get out of the building, there's a sleek gray car idling on the street. The engine purrs quietly under the hood—not a hybrid, then. The window, which is tinted enough that I can't see across to the driver side, rolls down quietly.
"You coming?" Familiar waves of dark brown hair against pale skin greet me as the driver leans down to watch me.
Ah. It [i]is[/i] Darwin's car, then. My feet carry me the rest of the way, and my hand closes around the handle of the door. Clicks open easily. "Nice ride. Thank you for picking me up, by the way."
He flashes me a smile. "You'll pay me back, I'm sure."
"My company isn't payment enough?"
He purses his lips. It's a shame the sunglasses are shielding his face; he's always easier to read when I can see his eyes clearly. "Depends," he says, "Are you gonna actually be good company, or are you planning on staring out the window the whole time?"
“I'll make an effort."
He snorts and shifts the car out of park, pulling smoothly into traffic.
As he focuses on changing lanes and getting out of the city, I look over at him. It's been a while since we last saw each other—over a month now—but he looks good. A bit dressed up, if anything: dark turtleneck with sleeves pushed up his arms, pressed blue slacks, dress shoes….
"Am I underdressed for this," I ask. He'd said it was a get-together, but the way he's dressed it almost looks like he's headed to a party.
He looks at me briefly, taking his eyes off the road for a moment before looking back again. "No, why would you be? We're just hanging out."
"Well, I mean… you look like you're, you know. Going somewhere."
"That your way of saying I look good?"
I roll my eyes. "No one accessorizes the way you have if they're not trying to look good," I say, looking pointedly at the classic watch on his wrist and the golden ring resting on his pinky finger.
"Alright, alright. I'm coming back from meeting someone, didn't want to change. It's just a chill get together for chill friends. You don't need to worry about how you're dressed."
"Mm."
"Besides, I [i]was[/i] quite looking forward to being the sexiest person there today. So it's a good thing you didn't dress up."
"Right. Of course."
"You don't believe me? I'm offended."
I pat his arm. "So long as you believe it yourself, that's really what matters."
He shoots me a wounded look, all smiles. "Ouch. Leave you alone for a few months and suddenly you've grown claws."
"Mm-hmm. You'd better watch out."
He salutes before placing his hands back on the steering wheel.