“You don’t say,” Percy teased with a large smile, not bothering to feign surprise that the giant sexy beast of a man was out of place in her tea shop. On the one hand, she could still see him being the type that was into accidental contradictions where he was also a tea connoisseur—and maybe he still did have some of those in him, but loose leaf tea didn’t seem to be among them. At least he was honest. Mostly. Was he always so submissive or was that something he did to help balance out his overwhelming presence? Hopefully it wasn’t some sort of game he liked to play but Percy had known enough guys that since she started dating to be call him out on it if it got out of hand.
“I would love to know your tastes,” she couldn’t keep the double meaning out of her voice or expression but Percy did turn and walk closer to the shelves to start perusing what she had and what might be something her new customer might like. “I’m Percy, by the way,” she tossed over her shoulder and then went back to her mission to find the perfect tea. When he mentioned some flavours and answered her questions about taste and caffeine levels, Percy grabbed several tins and brought them to the counter to be inspected. She popped the lid on each to allow them to be sniffed, promising they all tasted as divine as they smelled.
As he did so, Percy went back to something that had been said. “You heard me playing Metallica? I didn’t think I had it that loud but it’s not like I soundproofed the place either. Are you a fan of the band? That genre in general?” Was he the reason she was inspired to put on that playlist? If so, it may have been her quickest and easiest sign ever but Percy tried not to get her hopes up. After all, she’d still have to figure out why she had it and what this man would mean to her or how she could help him.
“I would love to know your tastes,” she couldn’t keep the double meaning out of her voice or expression but Percy did turn and walk closer to the shelves to start perusing what she had and what might be something her new customer might like. “I’m Percy, by the way,” she tossed over her shoulder and then went back to her mission to find the perfect tea. When he mentioned some flavours and answered her questions about taste and caffeine levels, Percy grabbed several tins and brought them to the counter to be inspected. She popped the lid on each to allow them to be sniffed, promising they all tasted as divine as they smelled.
As he did so, Percy went back to something that had been said. “You heard me playing Metallica? I didn’t think I had it that loud but it’s not like I soundproofed the place either. Are you a fan of the band? That genre in general?” Was he the reason she was inspired to put on that playlist? If so, it may have been her quickest and easiest sign ever but Percy tried not to get her hopes up. After all, she’d still have to figure out why she had it and what this man would mean to her or how she could help him.
