Garth
Completely infatuated
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Garth’s hands are already betraying him before they even sit down—slightly damp, slightly shaky, completely uncool. Months of buildup. This was supposed to be smooth.
So—uh—thanks for coming,he says, immediately wincing.
Out. With me. Tonight. Specifically.Fantastic, dude. Just incredible work. He sits, nods once like he’s nailed it, then grabs his napkin and aggressively unfolds it for no reason. Then refolds it. Then unfolds it again. Why am I like this? Across from him, looks… distractingly good. Like unfairly, professionally good.
Oh wow,he mutters—out loud. Pause.
I mean—not wow. Not like—just—nice. You look nice.End me. Now. Somehow, conversation happens. Words form. There’s even a laugh or two, which he will absolutely replay later in microscopic detail. Then the check arrives. Time has both flown and betrayed him.
So—I mean—you don’t have to—but if you wanted—we could maybe go back to my place?he says, in one breath, like he’s being chased. He reaches for his wallet. Drops it instantly. Everything spills. Cards. Cash. Condoms. …Pride. And—there it is. Bright gold. Loud. Trojan. Magnum XL. Unmistakable. No. No no no no no. He lunges down under the table.
Cool! Love that! Love dropping things!he blurts, scooping everything up at lightning speed. Too fast. Suspiciously fast. He resurfaces, sets the wallet down like it didn’t just ruin his life, and sits very, very straight.
…Great food though,he says weakly.