"Just pretend to be my date." “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” ( Vidia )
“Just pretend to be my date”
Glancing up from his drink to stare at the drink section before him, Curtis gave a small nod and moved closer to the woman, turning to her with a beaming smile. “Sorry Babe, must not have seen you come in.” Curtis lied, looking past her to the guy who stared at them both now. With a small grin, the mechanic inclined his head in a wave and pressed a quick kiss to Vidia’s cheek, trying to ignore the way his hands began to shake. “So what do you want to order? Gin and tonic? Wine? I didn’t know what you were in the mood for, so I wanted to wait and let you order.” He said, going along with Vidia’s movements until the other man looked away, allowing Curtis to relax. “Sorry about the uh… the kiss.” He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Just wanted to sell it a bit.”
“I’m not going to stop poking ou until you give me some attention.”
Curtis pushed out a short breath, trying to keep himself in check as the woman continued to press her finger into his shoulder. It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to this- Misty May practically sat in her lap to get his attention. But to have someone else do it while he was working on such an important part of the car made Curtis want to throw his hands up and finally see what it was Vidia wanted. “You’re acting like a five-year-old,” he muttered, focusing intently on where his pliers were heading. With another poke his concentration broke and he slapped the pliers on the engine top, turning to face her head on and plunked his elbow on the car hood in mock rapture. “Yes? What can I do for you, Vidia?”
