PlayfulLittle1
UnfortunateAttentionWhore
- Joined
- Mar 14, 2012
- Posts
- 17,184
"Really, it's not a problem! I'm just happy to finally have some semblance of plans on a Friday night, so thank you!" Jos laughed as she guided the small car down the exit ramp into the heart of the city. "There was no way I was going to let you wait around for two hours for the next bus to take you back into the city when there was nothing stopping me from taking you myself. A waste of a perfectly nice night!
"Now what exactly do you want for dinner? Something ethnic, something fancy, or just good old greasy bar food? Price is no issue, it's my treat since no one has taken the time to properly welcome you."
The light was red, giving them time to consider what direction they should take. Joslyn turned her head slightly and gave her passenger a teasing grin, "But if you let me decide, you might regret it, I'm just warning you now. I have notoriously bad taste in.... well.... pretty much everything!"
He was a generally quiet man, sort of reserved and soft spoken. He'd just transferred in from one of the UK divisions a week ago, and was still getting settled in, though it was a long process. He was continually interrupted by curious but well meaning colleagues, asking him all sorts of questions about where he came from, and how he was finding things in the US, differences and similarities, the same handful of questions all day long. Were he a higher strung sort of man, he might have been annoyed or irritated, but if he was it never showed.
Which is good, thought Jos dryly, or he'd have jumped out of the car already. She realized that she'd been chattering pretty much non-stop since they had left the office. She blushed slightly, and cleared her throat.
She really didn't have much of a middle ground, her mouth was pretty much on or off. Today seemed to be an on sort of day, which happened a lot when she was trying to make an impression. He was just so serious and quiet. Something about that just made her need to crack his somber expression. She'd made a game all week of trying to make him smile, or better yet to laugh, with her silly banter. Off-the-wall comments and jokes to cube-mates, and a cocked eye to see if he was listening. It was juvenile she knew, but she got a thrill the couple times she'd managed to get a reaction. It was a nice distraction from the daily grind of reports, emails and phone calls.
Jos cleared her throat again, and twirled a finger in the stray lock of blonde hair that always seemed to escape from her ponytail, "So, any preference?"
"Now what exactly do you want for dinner? Something ethnic, something fancy, or just good old greasy bar food? Price is no issue, it's my treat since no one has taken the time to properly welcome you."
The light was red, giving them time to consider what direction they should take. Joslyn turned her head slightly and gave her passenger a teasing grin, "But if you let me decide, you might regret it, I'm just warning you now. I have notoriously bad taste in.... well.... pretty much everything!"
He was a generally quiet man, sort of reserved and soft spoken. He'd just transferred in from one of the UK divisions a week ago, and was still getting settled in, though it was a long process. He was continually interrupted by curious but well meaning colleagues, asking him all sorts of questions about where he came from, and how he was finding things in the US, differences and similarities, the same handful of questions all day long. Were he a higher strung sort of man, he might have been annoyed or irritated, but if he was it never showed.
Which is good, thought Jos dryly, or he'd have jumped out of the car already. She realized that she'd been chattering pretty much non-stop since they had left the office. She blushed slightly, and cleared her throat.
She really didn't have much of a middle ground, her mouth was pretty much on or off. Today seemed to be an on sort of day, which happened a lot when she was trying to make an impression. He was just so serious and quiet. Something about that just made her need to crack his somber expression. She'd made a game all week of trying to make him smile, or better yet to laugh, with her silly banter. Off-the-wall comments and jokes to cube-mates, and a cocked eye to see if he was listening. It was juvenile she knew, but she got a thrill the couple times she'd managed to get a reaction. It was a nice distraction from the daily grind of reports, emails and phone calls.
Jos cleared her throat again, and twirled a finger in the stray lock of blonde hair that always seemed to escape from her ponytail, "So, any preference?"