#pembearslan

He wasn’t like this. He never was; he wasn’t one for dates and sincere acts of kindness. Not because he didn’t want to be, but because he had never been. It scared him to allow someone to see the kinder side of his soul. But here he sat with hands gripping hers with a gentle firmness. As he took another step out. He had taken her away, one of his second or third homes in Canada, the lake that accented the snowy home was frozen with a thick cover of ice. Decorated with the light pattern of snowflakes. “I’ve got you,” he insisted, taking another step out onto the slippery surface. “What if i fall?” he heard her nervous whisper, a kind smile; a genuine one filling his lips. “I won’t let you.” he insisted, squeezing her hand. “The bubbles from the water are frozen under the surface, it’s looks like beautiful, just like you,” he remarked. A compliment so unlike the gentleman. His coat shrugged off his shoulders, wrapping the thick material around her shoulders. “I do think we should’ve put a thicker coat on you,” he chuckled. His feet sliding over the icy floor. “Do you trust me?” he asked softly. The over-worked ice skates that sat on his feet had been ones he used for years; he had brought her a brand new pair on for the trip. An arm wrapped around her waist, “I learnt to ice skate when i was younger,” he admitted the random fact with a chuckle and a smile, he enjoyed her company; far more than he was willing to admit thus far. “Pizza or burgers for dinner?” he chuckled, pulling her hands along with him, gentle as they skated the thick ice. “Are you having fun?” he quipped softly, pulling her closer, his arms wrapping around her waist as he held her steady on the lake.

“Do you like being here with me?” he asked nervously, a smile painting his lips. –– - @pembearslan​

 Work had been dragging along sluggishly. Catching him on his heels as he tried to match deadlines, keeping up with clients requests and developing their own new niche product. One he thought was innovative. One that made him need a coffee break and an escape from his office. His fingers tugged on his short hair, rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt as he wandered down the street to his local coffee joint, satchel hanging off his shoulder containing his important documents if he decided he wanted to mill over them whilst he ate. It didn’t take him long to get there. Wide, purposeful steps, an intent in faire features as he strode with determination. Slipping inside air conned doors as he ordered his usual, offering them the same forced; somewhat stretched grin as he moved down the line. 

Hunter struggled with human interaction. There was a glimmer of a smile that graced his lips when he was forced to be in company that made him uncomfortable. He hadn’t been shown how to love someone, how to tend to their every need and whim. He was self sufficient, driven by the notion that he could look after himself. No one need do it for him. He found himself stood with his tail between his legs at the busy cafe, trying to pick which innocent bystander wouldn’t mind having him at their table.  Wondering eyes settled on the woman in the corner. Making his way over with black coffee and a cheese and tomato panini in hand. “Hey,” the gruff British voice introduced. “Would you mind if I say here?” He asked gently,  moving to pop down the sandwich and drink already as he nestled himself into the wooden chair. “I’m Hunter,” no hand extended, but a curt smile. He took a bit out of the gooey cheese delight. Munching in silence for a moment. Curiosity captivating his gaze at the dog by her feet. It was a dog friendly cafe after all, the freshly made dog treats were a nice touch as the sat in a bowl by the door. She was beautiful; radiating as such. But it didn’t make him nervous–– uncomfortable, because he didn’t know how to spark a conversation with such a lady. Or even if she would want to talk to him.