[ ADJUST ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap in order to fix their collar or tie or other item of clothing. to vespa... :3
LAP SITTING || ACCEPTING
[ ADJUST ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap in order to fix their collar or tie or other item of clothing
Ashley's father had invited them out for lunch under the guise of "bonding", only for him to abruptly leave due to a sudden phone call; though with how often he'd glanced in Vespa's direction he seemed almost eager to leave. A stack of burgers rests on the left side of Vespa's body, something even the waitress was surprised at receiving an order for. He'd always receive weird glances whenever he'd order out, it'd be no different even with his new position. Vespa had already dug in before everyone's food even arrived, wrapper crinkling within his hands as he took an eager bite.
Well, he didn't hire Vespa for his manners.
At least with him gone it allowed him to undo his suit, tie resting undone between his shoulders as he continued eating; no conversation would be had while he ate, far too engrossed in the food instead of speaking with anyone. Occasionally he'd manage to steal a fry from Ashley's plate, and that theft would be abruptly met with a slap on the hand and a "hey!" from the woman across from him. Although he had plenty of food on his table...he just couldn't help himself. There was no need to be polite now; his boss was gone and Ashley could care less, but the sudden rising from her seat caused an eyebrow to raise.
The shorter woman plopped into his lap after practically forcing his arms upward, hands moving to begin fixing the tie he'd so eagerly undone.
"What, is there something on my collar?"