Mixology || Paige and Devin
Of course, Paige had been brought up hearing her parents tell her over and over again “Stay away from strangers, don’t talk to them, don’t take anything from them.” She’d never been very good at following that advice. After all, a person was only a stranger until you talked to them. Was the lady in the checkout line a stranger if she had a nametag on? The children in her classes were all strangers on the first day of school, and yet she was expected and encouraged to interact with them. It seemed that strange adults received an unfair amount of suspicion from her parents, and it filled Paige with a rebellious need to jabber away at any adult she met.
That rebel atmosphere never quite left her as she aged. People she had yet to get to know where exciting, untapped potential fun and excitement. But as she aged she’d smartened a little, and being open to strangers didn’t mean she didn’t have a can of pepper spray on her, or the knowledge of some basic self defense skills. Not that she thought she’d need any of that with Devin, the man seemed about as threatening as a puppy. If he were a serial killer or a psychopath, he was a damn cute one, and it still might have been totally worth spending an evening making purple drinks.
The purchased ingredients for the evening were carefully organized on her kitchen counter, mostly because it had been something to do with her hands, and a way to keep her eyes averted from the clock once it hit five pm. Paige had considered dressing in one of her work outfits, just to tease him with an allusion to that naughty schoolteacher fantasy, but in the end had decided to hold back. After all it was no fun to put all your cards on the table at once. That didn’t mean that she hadn’t picked her outfit out carefully though, donning a pair of fitted black slacks and a low cut purple blouse that accentuated the curve of her hips.
When the knock on the door came, the brunette toyed nervously with a strand of her hair as she went to let Devin in. She smiled as she stepped aside to let the man enter her apartment, trying to think of a greeting that would be less cheesy than “Oh hey there, I hope you found the place okay.” Instead she settled for “I hope you brought an appetite because I felt a sudden hankering for pasta with our drinks.”
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