Re: Bookstore: Caleb R/Dietre A
The softening expression, the ease of that thing that he shied away from titling, that made him smile, big and easy. "It -- yeah. As eerie as this town can be sometimes, it's very picturesque. Even the people -- they have their moments. Though I tend not to take pictures of them, just cause I don't want to be thought of as that creepy guy taking pictures of people that they might not want to have taken." That was -- maybe too much. His nose scrunched up a little. Definitely too much, especially for a first date. Or not date. Cider. Fuck.
"Sorry. I, uh, I rambled a bit there. But yes, I do," he said, a little more quiet and with a lot less words.
"Piano, huh? My mom tried to get me to play when I was little, but it never took. My sister was -- is good at it though. I'm better at listening." It gave him a chance to not ramble. Ad not rambling meant that he got to actually look at Dietre, at the cut of his bones beneath snow-pale skin.
"Oh," his mottled gaze followed Dietre's to the counter. "Um, yeah. Probably." Holding out a hand, he gestured for him to go first. "My treat?"