[Jamie is quite certain he feels her eyes lingering on him and he allows himself to bask in it without showboating. Much.
It is a nice shirt, so he uncuffs and rolls his sleeves up to reveal his forearms. One tattooed, one bare. Might as well let her see them, she will eventually.
He sets about taking out cups and fiddling with the machine. His vanilla latte is quite the opposite of her order but, like with all things this evening, he isn't going to pretend he's not a boy who likes a sweet treat.
Jamie jolts in surprise when he realises she's joined him, since he's unbuttoning his top buttons and thinks he looks suss. Still, he's quietly pleased when she joins him, arching a brow at her.]
You're like a little mouse, aren't you? [His eyes follow her as she peers around, briefly distracted by the coffee. He glances up again, smiling broadly and nodding.]
That's us, yeah. [With the coffees in his hands, he joins her to look at it. He leans in a little closer so he can tease her.]
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It is a nice shirt, so he uncuffs and rolls his sleeves up to reveal his forearms. One tattooed, one bare. Might as well let her see them, she will eventually.
He sets about taking out cups and fiddling with the machine. His vanilla latte is quite the opposite of her order but, like with all things this evening, he isn't going to pretend he's not a boy who likes a sweet treat.
Jamie jolts in surprise when he realises she's joined him, since he's unbuttoning his top buttons and thinks he looks suss. Still, he's quietly pleased when she joins him, arching a brow at her.]
You're like a little mouse, aren't you? [His eyes follow her as she peers around, briefly distracted by the coffee. He glances up again, smiling broadly and nodding.]
That's us, yeah. [With the coffees in his hands, he joins her to look at it. He leans in a little closer so he can tease her.]
You don't know a single one of 'em, do you?