Fenris stays there for a moment, contemplating going back to work- but he really does relish Kirk's company. Anyway, the storm has very much put off most patrons, he doubts he'll have an influx of them before it's time to close up. He's almost tempted to close early, but that would mean less time with Kirk, the last thing he wants.
"Hm," his eyes fall to those shoulders for a moment, staring perhaps a little too long than is proper. "It might be wise to dry off, before you catch your death."
Fenris' stare hardly goes unnoticed, and Kirk could feel his stomach warm - and not just from the coffee. True he had been coming here for months to flirt with the sexy owner, but he had never been overly sure if Fenris was just humoring him or perhaps felt something back. The stare gave him hope and he could not help but smile a little wider despite his damp state.
"Don't worry, your coffee keeps me plenty warm," he winked, taking another sip for emphasis.
Jesus and Mary help him, but Fenris was adorable. He'd thought so from the moment he'd saw the short bar owner with his silvery hair. Some people found the owner rather abrasive, but Kirk liked Fenris' particular brand of snark. It suited this place, suited him - even when said snark was directed at himself.
Seeing that besides the two other customers down the other side of the counter they were alone, he decided to make his move. If he waited to long, his surprise would go stale - literally.
"Well, actually, before you do that, why not take a fifteen?" he suggested, pushing the white paper bag (no long, no nothing, just white paper) towards Fenris. "Enjoy a little something to get you through the rest of the evening."
Inside the paper bag was a double-chocolate cupcake with buttercream frosting, a single candle stuck in its center. Unlit, of course. That would have made for an awkward delivery.
He hesitates for a moment, before sliding across into the seat across from Kirk. He stares at the paper bag for a short while, almost as if he fears it will jump out and bite him. He's not especially used to receiving gifts from anyone. Eventually he does open it, though, pulling out the cupcake.
"Oh," it has a candle. "I-... thank you. This is very thoughtful.!
Kirk watched him, looking just a tad nervous as Fenris slowly opened the
package and saw the surprise that waited inside. Kirk wished he had gotten
him more of a gift, but he didn't want to push things to quickly. They had
never formally hung out outside of the cafe, so he didn't want to scare the
other off. Lord that would kill him.
"You're welcome," he smiled. "A little bird told me it was your birthday,
and I know you work late, so I figured you might not have had time to
celebrate tonight. I hope you like chocolate."
He continues to stare at it, holding it in his hands- a look of confused wonderment on his face. He never does anything for his birthday, not really - he tends to just spend it working or sitting quietly alone. A tiny ghost of a smile crosses his face.
"I do- this is..." he clears his throat, looking at Kirk properly, a wider smile crossing his face. "Thank you. This is very kind."
"Well, come on, get a candle so we can light it!" Kirk said, giving a
little bounce in his seat. His smile was bright enough to make the overhead
lighting ashamed of itself, resisting the urge to clap his hands in
delight.
"I promise we don't have to sing, but you at least have to make a birthday
wish," he insisted.
Fenris is never one for fuss, and for a moment, he hesitates.
"I don't think I even have a-"
One of his staff has clearly already anticipated this, as she wanders over, casually holding out her lighter. Fenris stares at her for a moment, for her treachery against his perfectly acceptable (to him) hermit behaviour.
Allies were always appreciated, and Kirk smirked as he recalled the
waitress' delight in being asked to help. As much as he came for Fenris, he
had become friends with the other staff too. Which was only a boost towards
his goal of getting Fenris to go on a date with hm. Baby steps though, baby
steps.
Or maybe not when he was given such a perfect opening.
"How about nice weather for a first date?" he suggested.
Smooth, Kirk. Smooth as a really super smooth thing. Fenris blinks, taken aback for a moment. He doesn't quite process it properly- largely because most people aren't insane enough to ask him to go out on dates in the first place.
Fenris' perplexed face is cute - so very cute. He wanted to reach out and
tap his nose, but he knew that was more likely to get him bitten, and not
in a fun way. But he thought about it.
"Yes. With me," he said brightly, folding his hands to keep them from
shaking to show how nervous he was. God, he thought his heart was going to
punch right out of his chest.
"I was thinking maybe next Tuesday? That seems to be one of your slower
days, so I hoped you could step away then."
Jesus Christ, could he be any more cute right now? He couldn't resist
grinning over it, rather pleased to have caught him so off guard.
"Yes, with you. And not even a coffee date. A real date, like with food and
drinks and us talking. The works," he said, already knowing the place he
wanted to take him - a quiet pub with a beautiful patio at night.
He shifts on his feet, brow furrowed in confusion. He glances over at this staff, hiding behind the coffee bar and making encouraging gestures at him. He hesitates, turning back to Kirk.
"But...why?" that...came off as rude. "I mean. Surely someone else would have caught your eye, who isn't so-"
"They might have, but they didn't," he said firmly, sitting back a little in his chair and suddenly seeming to grow shy. His cheeks took on a slightly pinkish hue and he smiled a touch crookedly.
"I like watching you work," he said softly. "I can tell you like it, and there's a pride you have in your coffee and the food you serve. And I find that all kinds of attractive. Not to mention you have this sassiness to you, which I also find attractive. And I want to get to know more about you too. Isn't that enough to want to go on a date?"
He stares at Kirk like he's grown another head for a moment. People don't usually compliment him- they tend to make the (usually rightful) conclusion that he's a volatile mess and keep their distance from him. And now here's Kirk, just listing off the things he likes about him like it's nothing.
Maybe he's crazy?
"I...um. I suppose that is a good reason," a pause. "...Alright."
Oh, make no mistake, he knows that Fenris is volatile and has a bit of temper and can be cantankerous. He's seen all of that in watching him, but one can't really expect a person to be good all the time. They have their bad sides, their bad traits, but you like them in spit of that and he felt that now about Fenris.
Kirk became the equivalent of a small sun when the other agreed, bouncing a little in his seat.
"How does Tuesday at 8 sound?" he asked, clearly having all of this planned already.
Fenris watches the gleeful bouncing with no small amount of trepidation. He is absolutely not bouncing. That is a very specifically planned time and date, but Fenris will allow it. This clearly means a lot to the man, and if he were honest, Fenris finds himself a little excited about it himself.
"Alright. That sounds acceptable." a pause. "...I look forward to it."
"I'll come by and we can walk together? There's a pub nearby I thought we
could go to. Kettledown. I thought we could sit on the patio if there's
good weather," he smiled, taking up the lighter as he did so and reaching
out to light the candle on the cupcake.
Fenris turned to give his staff a good, solid glower, just in case that gave them ideas. They seemed a little too bouncy for his liking. Singing would probably come if he wasn't careful. They'd take their chances. He exhaled.
"Fine."
He leaned in and blew the candle out. With precisely zero ceremony.
"Well now you have to eat it," he said, taking the candle out of the icing
and after a brief debate sucking the tip clean of icing - the bottom, not
the top, he's not an idiot. He dropped it into the bag by way of a trashcan
and slid a fork Fenris' way. Not a conventional way to a eat a cupcake, but
he didn't think Fenris was the type to just grab the thing either. Or he
might, and it would be cute. Any way he ate it would be cute, honestly.
Fenris stared at that candle sucking a little too long and intently than was strictly polite or decent. It took him a moment to realise he was being spoken to again. He blinked before clearing his throat, flushing a little.
"Right. Of course."
He reached over to take the fork, because he will absolutely eat it nicely and not just chow down on it. He takes a careful forkful, putting it in his mouth. He smiles around the fork. It was delicious.
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"Hm," his eyes fall to those shoulders for a moment, staring perhaps a little too long than is proper. "It might be wise to dry off, before you catch your death."
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"Don't worry, your coffee keeps me plenty warm," he winked, taking another sip for emphasis.
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His tone is not without amusement, his eyes remaining on Kirk for a short while longer, before he clears his throat, flushing a little.
"Well. I will let you enjoy your coffee. I should....work."
He has nothing to do at all.
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Seeing that besides the two other customers down the other side of the counter they were alone, he decided to make his move. If he waited to long, his surprise would go stale - literally.
"Well, actually, before you do that, why not take a fifteen?" he suggested, pushing the white paper bag (no long, no nothing, just white paper) towards Fenris. "Enjoy a little something to get you through the rest of the evening."
Inside the paper bag was a double-chocolate cupcake with buttercream frosting, a single candle stuck in its center. Unlit, of course. That would have made for an awkward delivery.
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He hesitates for a moment, before sliding across into the seat across from Kirk. He stares at the paper bag for a short while, almost as if he fears it will jump out and bite him. He's not especially used to receiving gifts from anyone. Eventually he does open it, though, pulling out the cupcake.
"Oh," it has a candle. "I-... thank you. This is very thoughtful.!
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Kirk watched him, looking just a tad nervous as Fenris slowly opened the package and saw the surprise that waited inside. Kirk wished he had gotten him more of a gift, but he didn't want to push things to quickly. They had never formally hung out outside of the cafe, so he didn't want to scare the other off. Lord that would kill him.
"You're welcome," he smiled. "A little bird told me it was your birthday, and I know you work late, so I figured you might not have had time to celebrate tonight. I hope you like chocolate."
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"I do- this is..." he clears his throat, looking at Kirk properly, a wider smile crossing his face. "Thank you. This is very kind."
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"Well, come on, get a candle so we can light it!" Kirk said, giving a little bounce in his seat. His smile was bright enough to make the overhead lighting ashamed of itself, resisting the urge to clap his hands in delight.
"I promise we don't have to sing, but you at least have to make a birthday wish," he insisted.
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"I don't think I even have a-"
One of his staff has clearly already anticipated this, as she wanders over, casually holding out her lighter. Fenris stares at her for a moment, for her treachery against his perfectly acceptable (to him) hermit behaviour.
"...I don't think I have anything to wish for."
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Allies were always appreciated, and Kirk smirked as he recalled the waitress' delight in being asked to help. As much as he came for Fenris, he had become friends with the other staff too. Which was only a boost towards his goal of getting Fenris to go on a date with hm. Baby steps though, baby steps.
Or maybe not when he was given such a perfect opening.
"How about nice weather for a first date?" he suggested.
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"A...first date?"
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Fenris' perplexed face is cute - so very cute. He wanted to reach out and tap his nose, but he knew that was more likely to get him bitten, and not in a fun way. But he thought about it.
"Yes. With me," he said brightly, folding his hands to keep them from shaking to show how nervous he was. God, he thought his heart was going to punch right out of his chest.
"I was thinking maybe next Tuesday? That seems to be one of your slower days, so I hoped you could step away then."
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"I-" you're gonna have to give him a minute, people don't do this with him. "You- You want to go out on a date. With me."
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Jesus Christ, could he be any more cute right now? He couldn't resist grinning over it, rather pleased to have caught him so off guard.
"Yes, with you. And not even a coffee date. A real date, like with food and drinks and us talking. The works," he said, already knowing the place he wanted to take him - a quiet pub with a beautiful patio at night.
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"But...why?" that...came off as rude. "I mean. Surely someone else would have caught your eye, who isn't so-"
Well. Him.
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"I like watching you work," he said softly. "I can tell you like it, and there's a pride you have in your coffee and the food you serve. And I find that all kinds of attractive. Not to mention you have this sassiness to you, which I also find attractive. And I want to get to know more about you too. Isn't that enough to want to go on a date?"
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Maybe he's crazy?
"I...um. I suppose that is a good reason," a pause. "...Alright."
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Kirk became the equivalent of a small sun when the other agreed, bouncing a little in his seat.
"How does Tuesday at 8 sound?" he asked, clearly having all of this planned already.
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"Alright. That sounds acceptable." a pause. "...I look forward to it."
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"I'll come by and we can walk together? There's a pub nearby I thought we could go to. Kettledown. I thought we could sit on the patio if there's good weather," he smiled, taking up the lighter as he did so and reaching out to light the candle on the cupcake.
What? You thought he had forgotten?
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Jeez, Fenris, don't sound so damn surprised. He glances at the cake rolling his eyes. Damnit, he thought he'd forgotten.
"I still have to blow out the candle?"
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"Yes. If you don't hurry your staff might actually run over and start singing," he said, leaning forward to watch.
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"Fine."
He leaned in and blew the candle out. With precisely zero ceremony.
"There. Are you content now?"
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"Well now you have to eat it," he said, taking the candle out of the icing and after a brief debate sucking the tip clean of icing - the bottom, not the top, he's not an idiot. He dropped it into the bag by way of a trashcan and slid a fork Fenris' way. Not a conventional way to a eat a cupcake, but he didn't think Fenris was the type to just grab the thing either. Or he might, and it would be cute. Any way he ate it would be cute, honestly.
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"Right. Of course."
He reached over to take the fork, because he will absolutely eat it nicely and not just chow down on it. He takes a careful forkful, putting it in his mouth. He smiles around the fork. It was delicious.
"Hmm. Very nice. Thank you."