[ His shyness must be what stops him from landing every skirt he comes across. That's the only explanation. Q herself is already considering making a few bold moves and she's barely said anything to him.
She gives a quiet chuckle as she places her coffee on the saucer. ]
Perhaps you should give your paint a grass a few days off now and again.
[ He dims a little, ruefully resigned to rejection, but then the last thing she says makes him brighten a little once more. ]
Of course, I'm happy to. I know you're busy and work can be tiring, please -- don't feel you need to make some momentous effort. I will be content if you would come drink coffee with me again.
[ Lancelot is so brightly eager it's difficult not to find happiness in his reaction. She dips her head, hiding it with another bite of cake as he speaks. ]
As long as you don't get discouraged if I have to turn you down more than once... or twice.
That would be perfect -- if you are not too tired. There is no hurry. Do you still have my number?
[ She might not, after all. He was just a contract worker doing some painting. Lance is just pleased she is even considering it, if he's honest. He tries to stop himself from grinning too much by feeding himself some cake. Being overeager is unattractive, he thinks, and also probably childish. ]
[ She still has the paperwork lying around waiting to be filed away. No matter how flirtatious he was, she liked his work. Plus it seems to be paying off to have kept it. He's eager, but she almost can't remember the last time someone was eager to be around her.
[ She.. blinks at it with wide eyes. Only to then realize she's being incredibly rude and tries to play it off as passive. Q spends her entire life surrounded by advanced technology. She's a bit of a gadget buff herself. Seeing a phone like this when surrounded by advanced programs, touch screens, apps...
Well, her parents had phones more advanced than this. ]
Excellent. Then I do have your number.
[ So, yes. Time to finish up the cake or coffee. She doesn't want to seem ungrateful. ]
Perhaps we could meet again for coffee? My treat, this time.
[ He gives her a small nod, curling his cup of coffee toward himself as he watches her gather her things and leave.
Lance feels a bit like an over-excited puppy. A very... docile over-excited puppy.
By the time she finally frees herself up enough for a date Lance is filled with a peculiar jangle of nerves. The park, she suggested, with coffee of course -- and Lance likes the park but suddenly he finds himself wondering what people do in the park. The weather is dry, at least, which is something just short of a miracle. Dog walkers skitter across the grass every so often with enthusiastic animal friends and Lance smiles absently to himself as he watches them. ]
Have you ever thought about having a pet? For company, I mean. It must be difficult when you work long hours, I understand, but cats are supposed to be reasonably independent and resilient. Even if they seem to have an objection to me.
[ She's not sure how this will eventually play out. She's terrible with small talk. He hardly seems like the time to know intimate details of technology. What could they possibly have in common? How on earth do you even breech the subject?
This is why she chose the park and was thankful for the sunny day. Plenty of people around gave them plenty of small talk topics. Q would need all the help she could get. It seems, too, Lancelot is willing to provide that help. ]
My sister had a cat when we were younger. I've always felt I wouldn't mind a dog. No idea of the breed or anything. [ She looks up to him, not realizing she's allowed herself to relax and the corners of her lips to turn up. ] That sounds like it has a story to go along with it.
[ Lancelot lets out an amused huff of laughter, shakes his head. ]
Only the one I told you before. The -- decorating job, with the huge cat. It used to sit atop some of the higher pieces of furniture in the house and just watch me as I worked. Well, until it took to attempting to protect the household from me. Then they had to shut it in the spare room.
[ Oh yes, she'd forgotten about that one. Looking a little embarrassed, she hides it with another sip of her coffee. What an excellent time for a subject change. ]
Do you have any? Animals, that is. Shot in the dark, but you seem like the dog type.
A good guess. You're right, I like dogs, but... I don't know, I've never felt I had enough time or enough room. I'd like the company, but feel bad leaving an animal shut in alone. Maybe one day, though. Something calm and affectionate, like a samoyed. Have you ever seen them?
[ He turns and tilts his head at her questioningly, offers a small smile. ]
Siberian herd dogs, white with very thick fur. They're very friendly and affectionate, good with children. Terrible guard dogs, though, wouldn't hurt a fly.
[ Q shakes hear head at the question. It's possible she has seen them, but had no idea what they were. Dog breeds are a little far from computers in terms of knowledge.
Hm. Curious how that smile of his is exceptionally charming. It has to be the hair. The hair is impossibly tempting. ]
Like dog, like owner? Friendly and affectionate, at least.
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[ As formal as she could be, this was hardly the time and place. They were no longer client and worker, so why not leave it that.
Ah, how she could definitely enjoy the cake without seeming like a starved animal. It's quite delicious, but that's to be expected. ]
What makes you say that?
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[ He gestures with his spoon between the cake and coffee, shrugs a little. ]
If it makes you happy, it should be done more often.
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I'm afraid my little black book is completely blank.
[ But she could probably find a few thanks to a certain co-worker. She takes another bite of cake between pauses. ]
Do you find yourself treating often?
[ She looks over the rim of her glasses with widely curious green eyes. Q does hate how a part of her wishes he would say no. ]
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[ Lance gives a little self-conscious huff, rubs the back of his neck with his free hand. ]
Too busy singing to my grass and watching paint dry.
[ Although the slightly uncomfortable shift as he toys with his cake says it might not just be for lack of time. ]
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She gives a quiet chuckle as she places her coffee on the saucer. ]
Perhaps you should give your paint a grass a few days off now and again.
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[ He darts his eyes up, gives a faint smile. ]
If I could, perhaps, pry you away from your computers for a while.
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I would like to, but...
[ Poor thing. He's probably expecting a polite decline. Q's willing to give him a shot. At least something friendly. ]
My job, as you probably noticed, is very demanding. We'd have to plan carefully.
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Of course, I'm happy to. I know you're busy and work can be tiring, please -- don't feel you need to make some momentous effort. I will be content if you would come drink coffee with me again.
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As long as you don't get discouraged if I have to turn you down more than once... or twice.
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No, no not at all! You are not to blame if work pulls you away. So long as we can reschedule I am content to wait as long as is needed.
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Thank you for understanding. It's caused problems before...
[ A pause, a shift in her glance that's excused with another drink of coffee. ]
When I get home, I can check my schedule and text you?
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[ She might not, after all. He was just a contract worker doing some painting. Lance is just pleased she is even considering it, if he's honest. He tries to stop himself from grinning too much by feeding himself some cake. Being overeager is unattractive, he thinks, and also probably childish. ]
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[ She still has the paperwork lying around waiting to be filed away. No matter how flirtatious he was, she liked his work. Plus it seems to be paying off to have kept it. He's eager, but she almost can't remember the last time someone was eager to be around her.
She moves to her laptop bag to look for a pen. ]
You should have mine, as well.
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[ He digs out his Nokia phone, fidgets with it to unlock the keypad and bring up his contacts list before giving a tiny shrug. ]
It's sturdy.
[ He knows it isn't cool. He doesn't really care. ]
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Well, her parents had phones more advanced than this. ]
Excellent. Then I do have your number.
[ So, yes. Time to finish up the cake or coffee. She doesn't want to seem ungrateful. ]
Perhaps we could meet again for coffee? My treat, this time.
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I know it's not exactly glamorous.
[ The phone. He shrugs again and sets it down on the table, going back to sipping his coffee. ]
I'd like that, though. If you have the time.
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The other matter, however, definitely will get a final word. ]
I think I will make time, Lancelot.
[ And wasn't that telling? She offers an apologetic smile and begins to excuse herself. ]
I should head home at last. It was a pleasure running into you again.
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[ He gives her a small nod, curling his cup of coffee toward himself as he watches her gather her things and leave.
Lance feels a bit like an over-excited puppy. A very... docile over-excited puppy.
By the time she finally frees herself up enough for a date Lance is filled with a peculiar jangle of nerves. The park, she suggested, with coffee of course -- and Lance likes the park but suddenly he finds himself wondering what people do in the park. The weather is dry, at least, which is something just short of a miracle. Dog walkers skitter across the grass every so often with enthusiastic animal friends and Lance smiles absently to himself as he watches them. ]
Have you ever thought about having a pet? For company, I mean. It must be difficult when you work long hours, I understand, but cats are supposed to be reasonably independent and resilient. Even if they seem to have an objection to me.
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This is why she chose the park and was thankful for the sunny day. Plenty of people around gave them plenty of small talk topics. Q would need all the help she could get. It seems, too, Lancelot is willing to provide that help. ]
My sister had a cat when we were younger. I've always felt I wouldn't mind a dog. No idea of the breed or anything. [ She looks up to him, not realizing she's allowed herself to relax and the corners of her lips to turn up. ] That sounds like it has a story to go along with it.
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Only the one I told you before. The -- decorating job, with the huge cat. It used to sit atop some of the higher pieces of furniture in the house and just watch me as I worked. Well, until it took to attempting to protect the household from me. Then they had to shut it in the spare room.
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Do you have any? Animals, that is. Shot in the dark, but you seem like the dog type.
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[ He turns and tilts his head at her questioningly, offers a small smile. ]
Siberian herd dogs, white with very thick fur. They're very friendly and affectionate, good with children. Terrible guard dogs, though, wouldn't hurt a fly.
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Hm. Curious how that smile of his is exceptionally charming. It has to be the hair. The hair is impossibly tempting. ]
Like dog, like owner? Friendly and affectionate, at least.
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That is... sweet of you to say. I suppose they do say that pets and owners are often alike.
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What sort would I be?
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