obliviously flirts with you
It’s his imagination.
But it happens too often and enough for Giovanni to take notice.All these accidental touches, the lingering looks, the way the other man speaksto him now – it’s different. Another man and he might be certain in hisassumptions, but this is Cyrus who is a smooth as a gravel and about as subtleas a landslide crashing down a mountain side. And much like a natural disaster,watching Cyrus make an attempt at being human is both terrifying andfascinating to watch.
He tries, that much is undeniable. It’s rather like watching a kitten explore new surroundings. Endearing in some ways, but entirely too amusing most of the time. He’d be lying if he claimed to have never laughed out right at some of the other man’s missteps. If the man can’t fathom simple human concepts such as humour, then flirting should be beyond his comprehension.
Then why is he reading so much into this like he does with hismorning papers, going through each exchange as though he were peering over theday’s articles, mostly bored, but still managing to stumble over somethingworthy of his attention with each flip of a page. Some remarks turn intoheadlines in boldface type, black ink glaring at him from the papers while therest are mundane fine print, important details in some ways that he knows heshould pay some mind, but hardly worthy of his time.
No, there is no deeper hidden meaning. Giovanni knows betterthan to think otherwise. Of course there’s depth to Cyrus, some days he acts as though he were a poem, every part of him soft and unsettling as funeral dirge. And other days, he’s as plain and direct as child’s road map.
In the end, when it’s not Cyrus who’s turning something out of nothing.