8 & 4, if you're still doing the meme thing and uhhh working at a bakery together?
“Alright, I’m tired of watching you make lovestruck faces,” Gina says, bumping Matt with her hip while they’re standing at the counter together. “I’m going to have you in that guy’s bed by Tuesday.”
“Okay, first of all, it’s already Tuesday,” Matt says, slowly, “and what guy?”
“I’m giving you a very dry look right now, Matthew,” she says. She only calls him Matthew like that when she’s about to try to fix whatever she thinks is wrong with his life. It--normally works out pretty well, actually, once all the literal glitter and smoke clears, but he just wishes she would ask first.
“Okay, I know what guy,” he says, softly, trying not to turn his head in Foggy’s direction. He always comes in on Tuesdays and Thursdays when he’s out of class, gets a large black coffee and a muffin, and sits at a table in the corner.
According to Gina, he also always looks at Matt like he wants to both pet him and eat him.
“This is your chance to claw your way out of your pit of sexual repression, my dude,” Gina says.
“I’m not repressed,” Matt says, sighing. “I’m just--”
“I mean, yeah, very,” he says, “but I've just never dated a guy before. I wouldn’t know where to start.”
“Would you like my mostly heterosexual except for occasionally on the weekends advice?” she asks. She’s going to give it to him whether he likes it or not, so Matt turns to get a cup of coffee for himself and take a long sip before he gestures for her to proceed.
“Buy him a drink and suck his dick,” Gina says, seriously.
“That’s it?” he asks, trying not to laugh.
“He looks like a cuddler,” she says, “so you might want to hold his hand before you suck his dick. But otherwise, yeah.”
“. . .yeah, okay,” Matt says, after a second. “I can do that.”
