doesntkissandtell:

      Connor gently tapped the stirring stick on the rim off his cup before tossing it away, brow raising at the answer he got. obviously the girl wasn’t his type considering he’d tossed the number, but should he really let his curiosity get the best of him? oh yes he could.

              ❛ – if she’s not your type then what is?

      he twisted just slightly bringing the cup up to his lips so he could taste the coffee. his lips puckered from the heat and he quickly lowered the cup giving a small laugh as he slowly turned it for the other to see.

              ❛ she’s given up on me since she knows
                she’s not my type. I’ve tried to make it 
                somewhat obvious.

       well, the man standing right in front of him was his type. as were a few others in the shop, but his attention was turned towards the former. but would that be a bit too blunt for him if he were to just outright say it? his gaze moved towards the other men that he found attractive before settling back on the one he was talking to.

                “ there’s maybe one or two people in here
                   that’d fall under the category. ”

        smooth way to play it off yet still keep things quiet. the smirk that played to his lips was too subtle to be much of an indication. curiosity peaked as he brought up making it obvious that he wasn’t interested and a brow quirked.

                “ really? and how’d you manage that? i think
                   i’d rather not waste anymore sleeves because
                   she can’t stop writing her number down. ”