If Sean had felt awkward about coming to Libby’s, that feeling was nearly doubled when she joined him in the kitchen. It was one thing, talking to her on the street, or texting her from the relative safety of his own home, but it was an entirely other thing to be alone with her in a dimly lit room while she asked him if he wanted something to eat or drink. Of course he was always hungry, and though he’d just eaten something to tide himself over, it probably wouldn’t hurt to have something to snack on. But he also partially felt like she was only offering because that was the sort of thing people did out of obligation to be polite when having company over. He’d just opened his mouth to refuse when she mentioned whiskey, and his eyebrows rose as one hand lifted to rub the back of his neck. Sean was pretty sure she hadn’t offered with the intention of getting drunk, and while it was tempting to take the edge off, he wasn’t sure it was a good a thing to mix in for their first time hanging out.
“Just a glass of water would be fine,” he said, hating the way the words sounded so uneasy. Like he wasn’t sure he’d made the right decision by coming over.
It didn’t seem like a very good start to him, but that was because his nerves were completely on edge. A fact that wasn’t entirely helped by the fact that Libby was… well, Libby was Libby. She was beautiful and was probably the first person he’d met in a long time who didn’t write him off completely because he was a member of the reclusive Walcott family who ran the local funeral home. She was nice, and he’d be lying if he didn’t admit that he was very attracted to her. Not just for her looks, but for everything else she had to offer that he’d gotten a glimpse of thus far. Still, he had no intentions of ruining their friendship they’d begun to build by making things uncomfortable between them by admitting that attraction to anyone else.
Which meant an awful lot of concentrating on not focusing on her legs, or how good she looked in what were clearly her pajamas. Realistically he counted himself lucky she was even willing to be his friend. That was more than enough.
Clearing his throat he shifted his thoughts elsewhere, fixing his gaze on her face for a few seconds before they slid away to look at the rest of the kitchen as he asked, “So, what made you pick The Walking Dead if that kind of stuff scares you?”