[size=20]R[/size][size=13]eading body language was sometimes a daunting task, even for someone as experienced and capable in the field as Asher was. But this woman, she wore her heart on her sleeve - it made his job far easier. It also made her more endearing than most. He was tired of the guarded people, the strong and silent types who thought their mystery made them more enticing. Naturally, it was also a feature of his own, generally speaking. His decisions were made before he was capable of expressing an emotion regarding them, though - it wasn't like he was making a considered choice when it came to his somewhat elusive nature. This said, Asher was well aware of the interest that Percy was clearly experiencing where he was concerned, but he also knew not to overstay his welcome, and that distance made hearts grow fonder.
He rose to a stand, an easygoing smile now settling on his lips as his companion excused his exeunt and waved off his intention to pay.
"Even a free sample deserves a tip." He didn't make a show of it, though; he simply slipped a note from his wallet and shuffled it neatly under the edge of his saucer in a single fluid movement. It was angled in such a way as to not be immediately apparent in value, and he stuffed his wallet back into his jeans and took a step back as he nodded in farewell. "It was lovely to meet you, Persephone. We'll speak soon." It wasn't a question - or even an assumption; it was a statement. A promise.
Patting the flat of his palm against his phone where it was nestled in his pocket, Asher flashed one last devilish grin before proffering a two-fingered salute, then stepping back out onto the street.[/size]
[size=10]**ooc note: the tip was a $20[/size]
He rose to a stand, an easygoing smile now settling on his lips as his companion excused his exeunt and waved off his intention to pay.
"Even a free sample deserves a tip." He didn't make a show of it, though; he simply slipped a note from his wallet and shuffled it neatly under the edge of his saucer in a single fluid movement. It was angled in such a way as to not be immediately apparent in value, and he stuffed his wallet back into his jeans and took a step back as he nodded in farewell. "It was lovely to meet you, Persephone. We'll speak soon." It wasn't a question - or even an assumption; it was a statement. A promise.
Patting the flat of his palm against his phone where it was nestled in his pocket, Asher flashed one last devilish grin before proffering a two-fingered salute, then stepping back out onto the street.[/size]
[size=10]**ooc note: the tip was a $20[/size]
