Re: Exterior: a rest stop, desert.
The waitress came back in that moment to drop off the boy's food, all bubbly and enthusiastic like it was her life's dream to feed a house-made Angus burger with an orange slice of processed cheese to a scrawny boy who needed filling up. And her attitude was enough to inform him that his Driver most likely wasn't a regular around here, so he probably didn't make any particular habit out of picking up tricks on the side of the Interstate. Which, the boy had to assume, was reassuring.
Not that he was some fucking hooker. Not a rentboy, not a hijra. Not with his wide, sensual mouth and not with the soft curls of bronze hair that played a contrast to his ivory skin. An opportunist -- alright, maybe. But he wouldn't be reduced to just some deviant charging a premium for the pleasure of his fucking company. Even though this was a dream, and his Driver a figment. A chimera of bleached bones sharpened to a point, and the thin, curled lip that sang distaste out over the humid fog that hung between them.
"Discerning," he repeated, with the soft corners of his lips curving upwards in miniature hitches of his blush-tinged cheeks. Sure to form the words all careful, with the knowledge that the velvety swell might be a hindrance. Then the food was right there in front, and he picked up the burger with both hands, starting to inhale, shovelling the fries with their greasy shine into his mouth and washing it all down with generous swigs of his refilled Coke.
The thing was that he'd have to be a fucking idiot to miss the way that his Driver's gaze lingered on his lips, or on the hollow of his cheeks as he mouthed at the straw. He was all too aware of the flutter of straw-eyed gaze against the Cupid's bow of his lips. "That's not all I am. I mean... what else would you like?"
And maybe there was a droplet of soda that pooled in the fleshy crevice of his lower lip, and maybe it tasted like spices and sugar as he curled it into his mouth with the tip of a tongue. Made it all deliberate, flushed with a purpose so that his Adam's apple bobbed in time to the throb of his want and he choked down each handful of wet-shining fries. Grinning at the man like a toothy predator, or a thing that devoured.