[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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Date: 2011-05-03 07:04 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2011-05-03 07:22 am (UTC)[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.]