| @jakmarr || continued from here! |
A wrench in one hand, the almost-black grease rag hanging at her hip, she stood in front of the hero trying to scrub at the oily streak on her cheek with the heel of her palm, looking at him rather astonished.
His next few words however practically had her blowing a gasket.
The mechanic’s hand dropped, eyes blinking wide. She almost didn’t catch it— the statement somehow not clicking in her brain properly. Perhaps it was the odd tone, perhaps it was the suddenness of it all, perhaps it was because it was yakow-flippin’ Jak asking her on what she thought she heard was a date!
“ What-? Wait— a date. Like, an actual date, with me, and you— together? Going out? “ Okay, that might have been her nerves talking. In fact, her voice managed to take on that raspier squeak as she spoke, still trying to bat away her dazed state of mind. And that’s where confusion turned to excitement— the corners of her lips pulling up on a dime, shoulders and ears rising. The slightly nervous giggle was a bonus— at this point she couldn’t help it.
“ How long have you been working on that? And more importantly…what did you have in mind? “ A coy nature began to work it’s way into her, giddy beyond all belief as she flashed him that all-too-familiar playful expression. A bright smile, brighter eyes, lashes gently fluttering to try and conceal some of the mischief they held.
