doesntkissandtell:

      he lifted his gaze when he heard the man beside him, a sly smile curling up on his lips as he flicked the sugar packet he’d just emptied into the trash. he’d come into the coffee shop and had her number left on his coffee sleeve many a time, but he’d never thought about trashing it in front of her before. he always waited until his coffee cooled down at least. he gives a careless shrug of his shoulders, gaze skimming across the other’s features while he stirred his coffee.

              ❛ – depends on your definition of mean and
                the reason behind why you trashed it…     I
                mean, she’s kinda cute.

       it probably had been premature for him to discard the sleeve. he probably could have made sure she wasn’t watching as well. at least there were other sleeves next to the napkins. he snatched one up and slid it around the cup before looking back to the other. the observation had a slight smile tugging at his lips. nothing cynical or out of amusement, but to accompany the forced huff of a laugh.

                 “ i guess. but she’s… well - she’s not really
                    my type. ”

       even if she was, he wouldn’t have gone for her. it was like that number was printed on every single sleeve she gave out to any attractive man. she’ll probably get lucky well on her own anyway. his gaze drifted down to the coffee sleeve the other had and pointed to it.

                 “ she get you with it too? ”