Declining with a polite head shake, Abby fitted the ledge of her mug to smiling lips and took a sip. Like Robb, she graded her cappuccino generously with an internal That's pretty good! despite lack of foamy creatures.
Sparkling feminine blue eyes locked onto masculine, just as bright and alive. Another notch of danger.
'I should!’ she chirped happily, ‘Or a Komodo Dragon.'
After three years abroad, the 150 pound monitor lizard had become Abby's favorite by a landslide. Not the cutest creatures to behold but certainly one of the more fascinating Reptilia she'd had the pleasure of studying. Dangerous, intelligent carnivores, the closest contemporary link to the Jurassic Abby would ever experience beyond dusty museums and dry texts.
'We'll have to come back someday when that barista is here and both request designs. A dragon for me and a tiger for you.'
Robb’s attractiveness was truly unfair. Foreign and tall as a mountain breeding the challenge If you can climb him you can have him, with strong features and all that ginger scruff Abby was trying not to imagine roughing up her skin. Women who disliked beards had clearly never experienced the pleasure. Clean shaven was fine, alright at best if what one wanted was a boy. Men though, masculine and toe-curlingly handsome batted in a different league.
A specimen like Robb was top prize. Capable of hunting, gathering and remembering on occasion to bring home a bouquet of flowers.
Stop. It’s just a business date.
Bad habits were hard to break though; Abby fell far too easily for the right - wrong - sort of men all the time. Still, he was fun to look at.
‘In the meantime, you mentioned some ideas about Weir?’