#vanillabullets

i don’t like fishes, but i do like you

you didn’t listen to a single word of what he was saying. in fact, maybe you didn’t want to know at all. it was about a species of fish and you were kind of regretting that you mentioned it in your conversation. but the bigger part of you didn’t really care. there was always something when it came to spencer giving you much information, whether you were interested or not. 

you continued watching his lips move as he talked. the way his eyes looked so passionate because of the new details he was teaching you. your lips twitched up. this man was going to be the death of you. and you didn’t flinch at that thought.

“and did you know,” he continued, “that these fishes--” 

you continued to stare at him. you’ve been in this situation before, ever since your friend set you up with him on a blind date. you weren’t an official couple...yet? but people say that spencer was lucky to have you in his life. but, as cliché as it might be, it was who you was lucky.

“it swims straight down and--”

you giggled softly as you looked at him, knowing fully well that you indeed had feelings for this man in front of you. you shook your head and called him gently, “spencer.”

“it’s such a phenomenal--”

“spencer,” same tone of voice, slight tilt of the head but smile still there. “spencer.”

“and--”

“spencer.” you held up a hand. you were grinning now and trying to stop yourself from laughing. “spencer, you know i love hearing what you have to say but you know how i am with fishes.”

“i know,” he said with a sigh. “just a little nervous.”

“nervous?” you repeated. “why nervous?”

he looked down at the table. “well...i was hoping...we’re exclusively dating, aren’t we? i was hoping...maybe we can make things...official?”

hey, i just met you

it wasn’t a date, no, not at all. she had just met the man a few minutes earlier when she asked if she could share the table as every seat was occupied. he nodded without bothering to look up and she quickly slid in. “thank you,” she said softly. he just nodded.

halfway through her iced coffee, she thought that her soft giggles were distracting the man’s work. she eyed the papers on the table, his head was down and so she couldn’t see his face well.

“it’s not interesting enough for you,” he suddenly said. she jumped a little. “you’re free to move to another seat.”

she shook her head. the man finally looked up. he was cute, wasn’t her type, but still. “hi,” she said just as softly as earlier.

“arthur,” he introduced himself.

“ariadne,” she said back.

“would it be weird if i admit that i find you...well, attractive?”

ariadne could feel his eyes boring into hers. she wasn’t sure of what she was supposed to say. all she could do was smile.

“i do hope to get to know you more, ariadne. if you’d allow me to take you out to dinner tomorrow? what do you say?”