Rowan got his donut and hot chocolate, humming quietly as he made his way back over to the guy. “Here you are, cinnamon boy.” He grinned, setting down his food and drink.
Gay Romeo and Juliet?
He poked his head out shyly "thank you, do call every call everyone you serve cute names?" He asked, feeling much more capable of talking after a sip of the drink
“Not everyone is as cute as you,” he replied, leaning against the wall and running a hand through his hair.
He smiled softly as blush crept up his neck again "uhm thanks? Sorry if I seem to be repeating myself, I just lose my normal sense of logicality when talking to you apparently."
“Maybe that’s a good thin-“ he was interrupted as another server took his arm. “C’mon Rowan. You don’t have all day to flirt with our customers.” She laughed and began to pull him away. Rowan looked back at him with a dazzling smile and a small wave.
He laughed softly and waved back. Of course he was taken, even if he's not, he's just flirting for fun, nothing that would suggest anything serious. He sighed and bit into the donut
Rowan turned back around and pouted. “But he’s cuuute. And everyone else here is so boring.” He complained. “Calm down you gay disaster.” She shook her head, letting go of his arm and walking over to serve other customers.
Harrow finished off the donut and supposed on the chocolate. He thought for a moment and grabbed a napkin, writing his number down on it before he could change his mind
Rowan served a couple more people before grabbing the guy’s check and walking happily back over to his table. “I’m back.” He grinned, glancing down at the check. “And..I would pay for this myself..but I’m not allowed to..”
Harrow waved his hand "good, I don't think I'd let you anyways. You've been too kind as it is, you don't need to pay for my meal." He pulled out his wallet and handed him a twenty. "Keep the Change. And this." He rested the napkin on top of the bill, suddenly nervous
Rowan's cheeks flushed pink as he took the money and napkin. "I uh..um.." he lost his charm for a minute before laughing nervously and smiling down at him. "Thanks.."
He smiled "aw what happened? Lost your confidence?" He stood and gathered his things "it's alright, now you know how it feels. Call me whenever you like." He patted Rowan's shoulder and headed out the door
Rowan stood gaping at him as he left, composing himself enough to grab the boy’s hand. “Wait! Can I get a name?”
"what? Is the one you gave me not enough?" He teased, pulling his hand gently out of his grip "you'll have to call to find out." He winked and went out the door
Rowan gaped at him as he left, still frowning slightly. He continued working, occasionally glancing down at the napkin in his pocket, making sure it was still there.
Harrow headed back to his apartment, still flushing from the interaction. "Ok calm down, don't get estatic. You just gave the cute boy your phone number, don't get too sad if he doesn't call back." He sat on the couch and squealed "ah but what do I do if he does?" He sighed "just talk. Something you seem incapable of when around him."
(So, just wondering, how does the Romeo and Juliet thing play into this?)(Sorry for all The questions)
Rowan finished his shift a while later and started heading home, stopping to put the guy’s number in his phone. His finger hovered over the call button. Was it too soon to call? It had been a couple hours. I think it’s fine.. He thought hesitantly, pressing call and starting to walk home again, his umbrella bumping against his leg.
(it's ok! I don't mind the questions at all)
(I was thinking we could play off the sill that harrow sits on as the balcony scene? Something like that and maybe a small party where they dress up and meet again?)
Harrow had perched himself on the windowsill again, curling up with a blanket and book. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and pulled it out. "Unknown caller?" He answered the phone "hello?" He asked hesitantly
(Sounds good!)
Rowan grinned and twirled his umbrella at his feet as he walked. “Hi cinnamon boy,” he replied softly.
(pffftttthahahah that's so creepy in my head XD)
Harrow smiled "calling back so soon? My my my, look who's a bit desperate…" He laughed lightly "and to what do I owe this pleasure of talking to you today again for? Hm?"
(Lmao)
“Might I remind you that you gave me your number. Would you rather me not call?” Rowan couldn’t keep the smile off his face.
Harrow rolled his eyes "true, I did. And no, I'm fine that you called." He bit his lip and glanced out the window "so how was the rest of work?" He asked, trying to make small talk
“Boring, without anyone as cute as you there.” Rowan replied with a quiet laugh. He glanced up at the sky, wondering if I was going to rain again.
"oh I'm sure it was agonizing." He teased, "and what about your little friend? The one who pulled you away? She's pretty cute."
Rowan laughed. “Yeah she is, but she’s like, my best friend. Why? You jealous?” He smirked.
He bit back a sarcastic remark, knowing that would only prove the other's suspicions. "No, just taking notice of those around me, that's all."
“Okay, sure. Well, she has a boyfriend so don’t bother.” Rowan replied, stopping momentarily to decide if he wanted to take a cab home.
"darn, I was hoping you could hook me up." He joked, glancing out the window and smiling
“Careful, I can hang up on you.” Rowan rolled his eyes. “Do you think it’ll rain again?”
He laughed again "if you were to hang up, you would have already." He pointed out, "I'm not sure, I think it might later, but for now we should be in the clear."