He got to her apartment and managed not to answer or look back. He put the trap down then turned to her, greasy hands on his hips. He couldn't quite look at her yet. So, he picked a new favorite part on the floor and focused there instead.
"Let me get this straight..." he said carefully, hoping she realized what she was doing as well, "Are you asking your exterminator out for...drinks?"
He didn't want to say date. Date sounded too serious. This was a pacing fancy, nothing more. She was trying to be naughty and sleep with the help maybe.
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Date: 2015-11-06 07:03 am (UTC)"Let me get this straight..." he said carefully, hoping she realized what she was doing as well, "Are you asking your exterminator out for...drinks?"
He didn't want to say date. Date sounded too serious. This was a pacing fancy, nothing more. She was trying to be naughty and sleep with the help maybe.