❝ How hard do you think I can make you before someone notices? ❞
They were sitting at the preferred table of the president of ShinRa. It was just Reno and Rufus. The excuse had been that his date had stood him up, but the Turk was pretty sure he knew the truth. A cover story so no one knew they were supposed to be there together. For who’s benefit was that? Always got a chuckle at of the Turk though.
So there they were having a nice dinner. Turk on one side, President on the other. Though he wasn’t finished with his meal yet, the redhead had leaned back in his seat. Arm reached out for his glass. Though it had wine in it he was still drinking it. A rare occasion perhaps? Or had he been too lazy to order what he really wanted? At least he knew enough that he wasn’t going to get drunk off of it.
Eyes had been staring at him from across the table. No words, just staring. His own had been looking out at the restaurant. Where was the waitress with his dessert menu? When he looked back that’s when he noticed. There was a twitch to the corner of his mouth that was slowly turning into a smirk. “Like what you see, boss? Should I open the shirt just a little bit more?”
“Reno,” There was a pause as the man smirked himself. "How hard do you think I can make you before someone notices?"
The Turk coughed. Face heated up a bit. The wine he had just been drinking splashed all over the inside of his glass and his face. Their waitress happened to come by and ask them if they needed refreshed on their drinks. But instead of doing that, she asked Reno if he was okay. Oh, he was okay. Just surprised. He told her not to worry bout it, he was fine.
Got that boy cleaned up real quick and his drink refilled. She made mention of dessert and Reno asked for the menu for it. She agreed to bring it to him and began to leave. The Turk waited until he heard her footsteps disappear before narrowing his eyes at the man across from him.
“What’s that supposed to mean? No one is gonna notice because you don’t actually have the balls to do anything. Wouldn’t wanna ruin your im-” There was something brushing against him. His face was heating up again. The wine glass had to be put down before he broke it or worse. “You think you’re clever, huh?”
“Oh, I think I’m very clever.”
That fucking tone. Did this mother fucker actually take his shoe off for this? The Turk had his teeth digging into his cheek. An arm raised to rest his face against his fist. Eyes averted to see if he could see anything, but alas, the table cloth seemed to hide it. It was hiding everything actually. So when the Turk’s eyes rose back up to stare across the table, they made eye contact.
All the while their waitress had arrived back and was handing him what he had requested. His face was flushed, she asked him if he was alright. Awkwardly shifting in his seat, he nodded, reaching for the dessert menu. When she tried to take his dinner plate, he told her that he wasn’t finished. Nodding, she turned to leave and left them alone again.
“You’re unusually quiet this evening, Reno. Why is that?” Oh, he knew damn well why. What did he think was going to happen? Reno’s voice was going to crack and he was trying to avoid that. But he was sure that it would happen anyway. It had almost happened once or twice when speaking with the waitress. Oh, how the fuck was he going to finish eating now?
“Oh, no reason, sir.” There it was, the pitch change. “Just trying to enjoy my meal.” But having gotten what he wanted, the blond was pulling back. It got him the second thing he wanted, another reaction from the Turk. “If ya think you’re finished here, ya not. You owe me.”