"And I told you that my mother would kill me if she ever found out that I let you pay." Even if he wasn't talking to his mother at the moment he was still very much afraid of her. He had been raised with a healthy dose of fear from his parents. "Really don't worry about it, it's not like I do anything with the money I have anyway." Except for buy coffee. He had probably bought enough coffee over the past two years to make a nice down payment on a house somewhere.
"Well, it's not like your mom ever has to know," Verity pointed out, but she decided not to argue with him about it. She set her bag aside again, forgetting about trying to find her wallet. "You know this means I owe you... I'll buy you a cup of coffee the next time we're out. Or... five of them or something." Maybe she would buy him a new pair of loafers. Wouldn't that be funny?
"Five cups of coffee?" He asked with a laugh. "Well you'd be enabling my addiction. To that I'd only be able to say thank you for. But knowing you, you'd probably order it and then conveniently not be able to find your wallet." He teased and winked at her. "But really you don't need to get me anything. Being in your company once again was well worth the price of dinner."
Verity smiled. "I don't mind being your enabler." She kicked him lightly under the table. "Hey! You try and find something in this thing," Verity teased, lifting her bag briefly. "I think it swallows the things I need most, but I'm too lazy to buy a new, smaller one. Then again, I think it might be me... I have a bad habit of misplacing things." Despite the fact that her apartment was pretty tidy. She just couldn't remember where she stuck things half the time. She sometimes wondered if her accident had done more damage to her brain than just triggering clairaudience. An ability which, thankfully, had been fairly dormant that evening. With a small sigh and a pat to her stomach, she sat up a bit in her seat. "So, are you ready to go?"
He nodded. "Well you're a very wonderful enabler if I may say so myself. As for the bag, if you just conveniently lose things all the time I'm going to begin to get suspicious. Though I certainly wouldn't mind paying for things for you." No he definitely wouldn't have minded that. Well aside from things like a new washer and dryer of course. "I'm ready if you are!" He told her with a smile.
He was certainly sweet, that much was true. And cute. And Verity wasn't sure if it was the wine and the ambiance, or the company alone, but she wondered what it would be like to kiss him. Her cheeks flushed and she grabbed her bag to slide out of the booth. Thank god they had driven separately, otherwise she would have tried to get him to go home with her. "You already know how I like to trick handsome men with my lost wallet scam... so I'm going to have to resist pulling that on you again," Verity teased.
Were his eyes deceiving him? Had she really just blushed? He couldn't think of a single thing he had said the whole night that would make her blush. "Well, I won't be mad if you try to do it again I promise." He said getting out of the booth, his hand awkwardly hanging at his side. Should he hold her hand? He thought far too much about these sorts of things. So he placed his hand in the small of her back, gently guiding her along as they walked to the door. "Thanks for coming tonight, it was a lot of fun." He told her as they stood just outside of the door. "Even if we did mostly talk about me."