[He smiled, even as he tried not to seem unprofessional at being excited of the slight contacts between their fingers or the way she looked over to peer at the receipt. Or the way that move had given him a fairly good look at her cleavage.
He really didn't want to leave just yet, even as he watched her count out the money for the pizza, though he wondered if he might be imagining things that she was putting on a little show with the way she was counting the money. Maybe she was more interested than he was considering...but still he didn't just want her thinking he did this sort of thing every time he delivered pizzas to pretty customers.
Then an idea struck him that seemed like a fairly innocent way to get into her apartment without being too forward or presumptuous.]
Hey, Miss? Would you mind terribly if I used your bathroom right quick?
[Silently he hoped she went for it, if only to give him the chance to think of how to make a move without coming off like a lech.]
[She looked up, surprised out of her attempts at concocting a plot, only to shake her head with a small smile.]
Not at all. Just down the hall, first door on the left. Fresh towel's on the rack by the sink.
[Ever helpful, she pointed towards the hall in question. If he was going to be spending some time in there, that might give her a moment to think of something. Her fingers still felt warm from where they'd brushed against his, and she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to take his hand.
As she glanced down, her smile seemed to turn almost coy. If nothing else, she could lean against the door when he tried to leave, but would that seem strange? She'd have to think on it, hopefully she could come up with something.]
Thanks! You're a lifesaver. I'll try to make it quick.
[He replied handing the pizza over to her as he moved to enter her home and follow her directions. At least it got his foot in the door and bought him some time to think of a way to approach her without making it seem it was usual sort of thing for him to do.
Of course once he was inside the bathroom, it occurred to him that he didn't want to stay in there too long. It would likely come off to weird to have some stranger taking his sweet old time in the bathroom.
Maybe he could just walk very slowly out of the apartment and like casually strike up a conversation. It wouldn't be too forward to ask for her name right? Suddenly it occurred to him that he was really beginning to feel warm and not in the 'getting sick' kind of way. He couldn't remember the last time a woman he barely met had this kind of effect on him.]
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[He smiled, even as he tried not to seem unprofessional at being excited of the slight contacts between their fingers or the way she looked over to peer at the receipt. Or the way that move had given him a fairly good look at her cleavage.
He really didn't want to leave just yet, even as he watched her count out the money for the pizza, though he wondered if he might be imagining things that she was putting on a little show with the way she was counting the money. Maybe she was more interested than he was considering...but still he didn't just want her thinking he did this sort of thing every time he delivered pizzas to pretty customers.
Then an idea struck him that seemed like a fairly innocent way to get into her apartment without being too forward or presumptuous.]
Hey, Miss? Would you mind terribly if I used your bathroom right quick?
[Silently he hoped she went for it, if only to give him the chance to think of how to make a move without coming off like a lech.]
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[She looked up, surprised out of her attempts at concocting a plot, only to shake her head with a small smile.]
Not at all. Just down the hall, first door on the left. Fresh towel's on the rack by the sink.
[Ever helpful, she pointed towards the hall in question. If he was going to be spending some time in there, that might give her a moment to think of something. Her fingers still felt warm from where they'd brushed against his, and she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to take his hand.
As she glanced down, her smile seemed to turn almost coy. If nothing else, she could lean against the door when he tried to leave, but would that seem strange? She'd have to think on it, hopefully she could come up with something.]
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[He replied handing the pizza over to her as he moved to enter her home and follow her directions. At least it got his foot in the door and bought him some time to think of a way to approach her without making it seem it was usual sort of thing for him to do.
Of course once he was inside the bathroom, it occurred to him that he didn't want to stay in there too long. It would likely come off to weird to have some stranger taking his sweet old time in the bathroom.
Maybe he could just walk very slowly out of the apartment and like casually strike up a conversation. It wouldn't be too forward to ask for her name right? Suddenly it occurred to him that he was really beginning to feel warm and not in the 'getting sick' kind of way. He couldn't remember the last time a woman he barely met had this kind of effect on him.]