Fox passes Philip's booth once without looking at him, then again, and then a third time for good measure. He circles back as though by accident, gaze fixed anywhere but in Philip's direction, until he catches sight of Az leaning in to kiss him. That puts an end to his indecisiveness, so he squares his shoulders, sets his jaw, and marches over.
He's flushed a very bright red, and his nerves show at the edges no matter how hard he tries to smooth them down. Still, he lifts his chin and asks, with careful formality, "Where should I kiss you, sir? On the cheek?"
With several recent conversations in the forefront of his mind, Philip wonders if he should egg the young pilot on (he blames the recent impact of Storm Az for this) or play it cool and professional.
Then promptly reminds himself he's offering kisses at a kissing booth, and there's a jacked young man turning an interesting shade of red standing ready for his turn. Option one, then.
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He's flushed a very bright red, and his nerves show at the edges no matter how hard he tries to smooth them down. Still, he lifts his chin and asks, with careful formality, "Where should I kiss you, sir? On the cheek?"
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Then promptly reminds himself he's offering kisses at a kissing booth, and there's a jacked young man turning an interesting shade of red standing ready for his turn. Option one, then.
"No," he simply says, smiling faintly.