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"Mm, I don't drink it much either." Evan muses, he's not wrong. He and lars' have only ever really talked at the Stray, most of their conversations predetermined by how lar's day goes and what he comes in salty about. He does find it amusing though and Evan enjoys listening to him regardless.
Evan finds himself looking up at the clouds while Lar's talks, a slow and gentle grin taking over while he listens to him. He can just imagine Lars trying to scrap out enough gel to make his usual hair do work for the day and finding it falling short. The image makes him chuckle because he knows how
expressive Lars can be and he imagines there was some choice wording thrown around over it.
At first Lars seems a little off put by his question, Evan tries to bury himself in his coffee thinking he may have ask the wrong thing, the drink just about to hit his lips when Lars answers, and it sinks in.
This was the intention from the get go, to get him and Lars together outside of the Stray for once.
There's a flash of fire in his chest and his cheeks turn pink in the same second, the kind you see on tulips in gardens and his eyes go wide for a moment. In a sudden and unusual expression of emotion Evan uncrosses his ankles and stomps his feet into the snow below the bench.
"That little shit!" Evan straightens with a jolt. The action is enough to slosh the coffee around in the confines of the cup until the spill over, dripping down his hand and onto the snow beneath his feet.
"Shit shit shit." he grimaces at the realization he's gotten himself in a tizzy and suddenly he's leaning even further forward and righting the cup as fast as he can to keep it from spilling onto his shoes or worse- his pants. It's too cold for that. Lucky him it lands most in the snow, staining it the obvious color of plan black coffee.
Evan holds the coffee in one hand, shaking drops off the other away from Lars with a sigh.
"Damnit." he should have known better than to let himself do that, but the realization that this wasn't just a date but a blind date that certain little weaviles in his bar had set him up on paired with how relaxed he felt around Lars made it too easy to do something stupid.
"Fuck, sorry I didn't get any one you did I?" he looks over at lars' feet just to be sure, worried he might have just made a mess of this by being caught completely off guard by the situation.
"I just- I didn't- I mean-"He shakes his one hand again because he can feel the heat in his cheeks getting worse the more he decides he's about to say the wrong thing.
"I got told this was a date with a regular's granddaughter. I-" he takes a deep breath and holds it for a moment because he doesn't want this to sound wrong.
"I wasn't expecting this- ah, you"His eyes stay focused on Lar's feet and the coffee colored snow, his mind desperately tries to deny the fact that he may very well be blushing.
Laurence Anderson>>you'l have to excuse him :'D