2019-06-08 - What's Your Type?

Declan texts May with the address, but of course she likely knows it, and is there waiting. His truck is parked out front. He wears charcoal-colored suit jacket, a grey shirt, black pants, and dress shoes. It's expensively tailored, probably more than a guy like him can realistically afford. He's seated at a table and has a cup of tea in front of him. There are four other people inside the place, all seated elsewhere, but it's pretty quiet. Outside, it's drizzling.

May was surprised at the where Declan picked and easily makes her way towards his table, she arrived fashionable late due to her Uber driver being a bit of a dunce. On her form as a lovely crimson red satin strapless gown with black lacy overlay of roses that lightly glitter with black stockings on her legs and a pair of matching high heels on her feet. A black shawl is slowly shrugged off of her shoulders when she gets to the table as she murmurs, "I am surprised that... you picked here Declan. But I am not complaining. How has your day been?"

Declan tries not to stare when his date arrives. It's really hard. He doesn't manage very well, but at least he doesn't wear a big stupid, grin. It's more of a sly smile. "What, you expected a dive?" he asks. "I have class. Not much. But a little. You look great, by the way." He leans back a bit. "Good. Pretty slow, all told. What about yours?" His attention never leaves May, and he does his best to keep it on her eyes.

May blushes softly as she murmurs, "I didn't expect a dive now but... not something fancy is all. And thank you." She easily slips into her seat, smoothing out her dress as she murmurs, "You look rather handsome in that suit. And... today was rather uneventful." Her cheeks begin to flush a bit more as she asks, "Did... did you know what you wanted to eat? I haven't eaten here in a long while."

Declan grins a little. "Gotcha. Yeah. I guess I don't come off as the fanciest. I'll give you that." He nods a few times. "Thanks." He looks over at the many desserts. "I was thinking we'd share a couple things? If that's alright. I'm kind of a vanilla cake kinda guy, so. If there's something you really want, go for it. Otherwise... that torte looks really good." Declan looks back to May. "Almost as good as you."

May hmms softly as she begins to look over the menu as she murmurs, "I think sharing would be a good idea. Though... I was curious about some of the macaroons they serve here. We could maybe see if they could do a slice of cake and some flavors of the macaroons?" A hint of hopefulness echoing in her words.

Declan chuckles a little. "Sure," is his answer. He slides his hand forward to take hers, if she lets him, and begins to lightly trace his finger across her knuckles and the top of her hand. "You want some tea, too?" he asks. "I just asked her to pick something good. I don't really know teas, but uh. I like this one." He slides his forward a bit, in case she wants to try. It smells like cinnamon and chocolate.

May smiles as he says sure, blushing a bit more as he takes her hand and begins to trace along the top of hers. Her smile growing more bashful as she softly utters, "I... I would like a... a caramel and vanilla chia please... thank you. And for the macaroons... a variety but nothing tropical please... thank you..." Only looking up once the waitstaff is gone but still blushing a bit.

Declan orders the slice of cake, then turns back to May. His hand stops brushing hers and settles down on the table. "Would you rather I not?" he asks, trying not to smile and failing. "Touch you, I mean. I don't want to be a tease. Well, I do. But not if it bothers you a lot." He pulls his tea back and takes another sip.

May hmms softly before she gently shakes her head as she responds, "I... I am just not use to it is all.. I.. don't mind you touching me. Just... still getting us to a lot is all. I promise Declan." A gentle smiling curling her lips as she tries to assure him, her hand reaching towards hinds to tease her fingertips atop of his knuckles now, giggling softly as she does.

Declan's knuckles aren't rough. He definitely moisturizes. His fingers gently flex against her palm when tickled, but he doesn't pull away. He continues to grin. "I gotcha. Being honest, I'd have never guessed that about you, May. You look... confident. Like four aces on the turn card." He pauses for a moment, eyes narrowing a bit. It just makes them seem darker. "Can't believe there aren't a line of emo boys trying to get your number right now."

May giggles a bit before she murmurs, "I just... I know I like who I am so... I suppose it helps a little. And.. not really into emo boys. I rather have a man. And for me it is about the person, not their look. People can hide a lot of insecurities behind a look. I am just... this way is all. But.. there are times I not feel confidant, I just... try to fake it when it pertains to work."

"Lady, pretty sure you could go through a dozen emo boys faster than an NFL fan goes through Budweiser's," Declan points out with a laugh. "Who cares if you like them? It'd be fun. Hell, I'll show you how. Here." Declan pops his collar, which looks ridiculous because it isn't leather, and squints his eyes. Next comes the duck face. He makes his voice a little raspy to say, "You're my twilight flower, petals falling before the bloom of sunset," and traces a finger down her cheek. With a smirk, the fa�ade vanishes. He puts his collar back. "Works every time. Try it, I bet you'll have a blast."

May is unable to help herself and laughs at Declan's impression of an emo boy, playfully shrunching up her nose as she utters, "I don't think so..." She bashfully looks away as she murmurs, "I have a type but... I dunno..." After a moment she regains herself, her cheeks still remaining a bit flush as she teases, "Also isn't the fish gape more in than the duck lips now?" Look at May, keeping up with social trends.

Declan laughs with her, eyes crinkling a little. He rests his chin on his hand and sighs, enjoying watching her open up until she gets a bit bashful. He waits a bit before answering. "I think you're right. I can't keep up with all that. I'll work on it." His hand moves back to hers and gently massages her thumb. "So, what's your type? I'll tell you mine, too. If you want."

May giggles a bit before she kindly utters, "Well.. I like.. manly men and I not exactly find emo boys manly. Not the ones I have dealt with anyway. Kinda weird... when a guy can look good in a pair of your jeans... at least to me it is weird. And... I suppose I like... alpha types? Hard to explain here..." She looks around a bit nervously, sporadically others occupying various tables throughout the restaurant before she looks back to him.

"You can tell me you're into s and m, May," Declan says, leaning forward a bit and whispering. Grinning, he leans back a bit and continues at a more normal volume, "That's good to know, and cool. I was kind of afraid I came on too strong at times. Now I'm glad I did." Not that Declan is super-alpha or anything like that. But he does what he wants, at least. "Anyway. Let's see. Lately it's been brunettes, about my height, lean. From out of town. Most a bit nerdy..." he swallows, a little nervous. But she just basically bared her soul, so. What the hell. "Mostly guys." It's his turn to blush, but only a little.

May blushes deeply as she tries to shush Declan even if it is a whisper. Before she utters, "I... I am yes... but I.. rather talk of... of that back home then... then... /here/" She bites on her bottom lip for a moment before she giggles at his commenting that he is glad he came on strong as he did the other evening. Though as he mentions mostly guys, she looks surprised. Then inquiring, "So... am... am I an oddity? I am not brunette or male soo... where do I fall into the equation?" She pauses for a moment before she asks, "Could we... maybe just get this to go... head to my place and... I could tell you about... something that happened the other night... maybe?" Her cheeks flushing deeply as she looks to her tea, tracing her finger along the cup like she is nervous.

Declan chuckles a little, but quiets. He does his best to be good. "Yeah, it can wait." Her question gets a shake of his head. "Not really, but it's mostly guys. It's... easier?" he settles on. "I guess I read men easier. I can tell when people are into me, but I guess it's mostly men. Anyway. You fit in perfectly. Trust me," he smirks, probably remembering the other night, "you got nothing to worry about." After her question, he lifts his hand from hers. "Yeah, sure. I'll go pay and switch the order." He goes to do so.

May smiles looking a bit happier about it as she responds, "I was... just checking Declan. New to.. a lot of this soo yeah.. Um.. I can ride with you right? I took an Uber here." A nod given as he says he'll go and pay, smoothing out her dress abit before she gets up from the table and moves to join him as he finished out the tab, her hand slipping around his bicep as she gently leans against him.

Declan pays with a credit card and takes their bag of delicious desserts. He picks it up and glances down at May. For a moment, it might seem like he's about to say something sarcastic and borderline mean after her question about a ride. His grin slowly fades when he meets her eyes. "Of course," is his answer. His arm moves around her waist and presses the fabric of her gown, fingers gently twining in it. "It's just outside." He guides her towards his truck, and soon they're on their way.