ESCUME CA'I TALK TO YOU FO A MINUTE?

[meiume]

Who: Conner and Mei.
When: October 7th, Thursday afternoon.
Where: Trader Bros.
What: When fortune smiles upon you, you best not to fuck it up.

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[4leaf_charmed]

Conner was tired of having to go shopping after someone visited, especially when he realized he needed milk to make something after the whole half gallon he usually bought had been downed with cookies he didn't remember buying. Teeth grinding he looked down at list list about to head for the produce section when-

"E-excuse me!"

He turned, brow quirking at the girl (how old was she? 16?) as she scurried on over. That sick feeling he got when fangirls came up to profess their undying love to him started up. He winced at the raised voice and expecting expression, shuffling his feet nervously. The usual rejection and retreat wasn't coming.

Those girls that normally confessed were at least 20, this had to be some little teen with an idol crush. He was going to get in so much trouble for this if she was under 18 but he wasn't the type to kill a kids dream.

"Errr. A-alright?" Dear Lord what had he just gotten himself into?

[meiume]

"O-OKAY, I UNDERSTAND. BUT T-THANKS FOR..."

Pause.

Wait.

What.

Mei looked up and gawked at the tall Irishman, who looked even handsomer up close. Seriously, he was working the hell out of those freckles. She blinked, lips twitching awkwardly. Surely, she must have misheard what Conner said. Surely, it was a mistake! Surely, she did not just score a date with the man of her dream.

Her first reaction was to squeak, quite embarrassingly. Then she covered her mouth and smiled behind her hands. Tears soon swelled in her eyes. She would have never... how... this... this was surreal. She felt like the female lead in one of the K-dramas, the one where she would hopefully not die from cancer.

"I-I don't know what to say... b-but... tt-thank you! Thank you! O-oh, here, here's my number. I already have yours... and um, where would you like to go? There is a really nice French restaurant down the street from here... Oh, wait, today probably isn't a good time for you, is it? W-what about tomorrow? Or this weekend...?"

[4leaf_charmed]

Dear God what had he gotten himself into? This girl seemed fit to fall over from emotion and was babbling a mile a minute. Note to self, never do something like this again.

He offered her a quirk of the lips, accepting her number, mind struggling to catch up quickly. Right. Date location and time. She had to have school didn't she? That meant a shift trade for the near future. Damn it.

"Place 'as a list a mile long lassie," he finally murmured, looking back to his shopping cart. He could make something but that would mean having her over and that was creepy. " Ah know a bistro over on Tilamook? Serve a good tomato bisque and potato soup on weekends."

[meiume]

Mei snorted. Embarrassing, yes, but she couldn't help the feverish giggling at Conner's accent. She brushed her hair behind her ear and forced herself to stop fidgeting with a stupid grin.

"You called me 'lassie'," she pointed out, as if Conner wouldn't remember what he just said moments ago. "And, um, okay. Tomato bisque sounds really awesome. I love tomatoes. I mean, did you know that tomato is actually a fruit and not a vegetable? Isn't that crazy? Oh, look at me, blabbering like an idiot. Ahem, so, tomato bisque, right! Awesome! How's Saturday, at 7? Is that too late? I can do 6:30, if you want?"

She paused, letting Conner to catch up with all the information.

"Sorry, I talk a lot when I am nervous, hahahaahahahahahhaahha~"

[4leaf_charmed]

Conner had to admit, it was a cross between funny and adorable how she started to ramble. About tomatoes of all things too. He shook his head slightly and trying not to chuckle or ruffle her hair like he would to a sibling.

"'t's fine, ah understand." At least this was nothing like those things on MTV where girls were literally throwing themselves into the walkway in front of their crushes. He rubbed the nape of his neck, trying to think who he could switch with on Saturday. Søren had a late shift, maybe they could switch and he could take the midnight to close shift.

"S'ven is fine." He gave a sheepish smile, wincing slightly at what he was about to say. "Suppose ah should pick ye up, aye? Hope cabs 're okay." A wave to his covered eye was explanation enough he thought.

[meiume]

Mei adjusted her clothes meticulously, straightening out non-existing creases on her jeans. Her heart nearly leaped out of her throat when she saw Conner smile. Seriously, if this guy was any cuter, Mei might have a heart attack right there in the aisle.

"Seven, it is then! Should I...?" Her question was cut short by Conner's suggestion. He was going to pick her up? Really? Really? Oh, this was not happening. Mei stumbled backward a few steps, her head suddenly feeling woozy.

"Y-yeah, you can pick me-pick me up. I-I live at the Green Palace. N-not in the Green Palace, we own that place. We live... above it. Kind of like where you live, but not really because no one can climb up our fire escape and break into our apartment, not that I think anyone's broken int your place, but seven is great. Seven is perfect."

She fanned herself and choked out a few laughs. She tried to keep her composure but only managed to giggle like she was high on weed.

"S-so, I guess... I-I'll see you Saturday...?"

[4leaf_charmed]

Poor girl, was she sick? Conner gave a nervous glance around, hoping there was someone nearby who would help if this girl suddenly fainted or something. He never had been good at treating others, and even with himself he was only good with flesh wounds.

"Aye. Saturday at s'ven. See ye then." He gave her a polite nod and wave before taking his cart to finish shopping quickly. At this rate he was going to be late for work after making his own dinner then reservations for Saturday.

"Jesus, what the fack 'ave ah gotten meself intae?"

[meiume]

"Saturday, seven," Mei repeated with vigorous nodding. She couldn't stop her lips from parting into a madman grin. She watched Conner walk away. Even the way he pushed his cart was making a record on the Scoville scale... if Conner was a hot pepper.

With the date secured, Mei skipped away down the aisle, accidentally knocking down a stand of tortilla chips and falling on her ass. Luckily, Conner wasn't there to see that. She quickly got up and made a run out of the store, forgetting that she was supposed to pick up some tampons for her aunts. Oh well, who cared... SHE GOT A DATE WITH CONNER.