Dutch was far too laid back to give him a hard time. That and on some level she knew that she’d distracted him. She could have stood back, asking only a few, vital questions, but instead she’d enjoyed chatting him up. And look where it had led them! No, Dutch would never consider getting closer to her exterminator a mistake.
She turned to face him, taking slow backwards steps. “You look fine. I was on the floor, too, so we’ll both be a little dusty.” A smile spread across her face. “Don’t worry. This isn’t exactly the swankiest bar in Brooklyn. We’ll fit in just fine.”
“Fet.” She nodded. It was simple and she liked it. “Perfect. And you can call me Dutch.” Her lips curled into a smile and she turned back around, walking forward once again. “Unless you’ve got a clever nickname for me, of course.” She laughed a little at the suggestion. They’d just met. It wasn’t time for friendly nicknames just yet.
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Date: 2015-11-17 04:22 am (UTC)She turned to face him, taking slow backwards steps. “You look fine. I was on the floor, too, so we’ll both be a little dusty.” A smile spread across her face. “Don’t worry. This isn’t exactly the swankiest bar in Brooklyn. We’ll fit in just fine.”
“Fet.” She nodded. It was simple and she liked it. “Perfect. And you can call me Dutch.” Her lips curled into a smile and she turned back around, walking forward once again. “Unless you’ve got a clever nickname for me, of course.” She laughed a little at the suggestion. They’d just met. It wasn’t time for friendly nicknames just yet.