He couldn’t tell if Calem was only trying to humor him, or actually suggesting they meet, up, come back, and watch Mint fill up his shitty little punch card. He’s not averse to the idea of seeing him again, he just couldn’t quite wrap his head around how easy that’d been to accomplish. He’d lied like 3 times, told a shitty joke, and held his hand. “T-That’d be fun-” he blurted out a little too late before cutting himself off and staring down at his shoes. Aw fuck. He couldn’t do that- if he froze up he was done for. All that kept Mint from melting into a puddle of peach and blue goop was delusional confidence. And he HAD to keep feeding that until he was safely away from a handsome stranger. [break][break]

But it’s hard. And there’s obvious cracks in the façade. Like his inability to temper the wide smile when he’s called ‘cute’. But he still tried, glancing to the side and hoping his hat would provide enough cover. He turned back to look up at Calem quickly enough, about to give up a stuttered protest, before he’s virtually silence, eyes wide as saucers when one gloves hand delicately held his face. Instead of the rapid heartbeat from before, he felt one flash of heat spark from his face all the way down to his toes, summoned a heavy thump in his chest as his heart stopped. “I- I uh-…” was all Mint could manage as he repeated in his head don’t lean into the hand don’t lean into the hand don’t lean into the hand- [break][break]

“I-I’m ok, really!” he yelped but all the same easily led around and sat down. The shade’s nice, and it helped with the sweating a bit, but nothing can help the nuclear fission happening inside Mint’s head as quietly memorized Calem’s face and tucked it away in the back of his subconscious for another, sweeter dream. Because that’s all this was. There’s no way this was real. Not for him. He’s tense, a little shaky, but despite it all he can’t stop smiling. It was starting to cramp his cheeks. “I-I’m probably just…you know- been out too many hours.” He said, trying to cover up the effect one bastard man had on him. Gods, he was weak minded.


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He's all too aware of Calem, too keyed in on the man's movements. He caught his arm moving in his peripheral. If this were a movie, Mint may have leaned in, gotten comfortable. It's not, and that eas a wild jump. Strangers. This wasn't a movie. How'd thst song go? He wasn't a protagonist, and guys didn't really go for that. This wasn't some romcom fantasy he was stuck in. It's reality, as surreal as it felt. He hadn't been asked out to dinner since he was a tren meeting potential marriage proposals. But this was real, and this was no strings attached. It was natural, organic. He bit the inside of his cheek to avoid jumping at the chance. He needed to think this through. Be smart, be coy. Not desperate, that scared boys away. [break][break]

"That's s-so thoughtful, but it's not your fault, Calem." He assured him before leaning back on the bench and looking up once more, instead of at his clammy hands. He wished he hadn't feeling his expression falter at the redheads expression. This was silly, he was silly. "Buuut...if you insist, I may be feeling a little generous after my milkshake." As if Mint could hold anything against Calem other than being so charming he was about to have a heart attack. He pulled put his phone from his pocket, carefully checking his calendar. No plans of course, not all day ones anyway. If he wasn't out for Rocket hisnlife was pretty relaxed. "Saturday is perfect." He said before starting a contact for Calem. "Let's exchange numbers." He tried to act calm and cool, but he was vibrating with nervous energy.


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