"No," he thought firmly. No point in acting like a horny teenager. He was just meeting a guy at a pub. Just two guys having drinks. Right?
He wonders if those smiles and laughs where really just friendly gestures, or something more. Billy was hard to read--he wasn't the type to give anything away. Dom couldn't help but admire that.
The bell rang as the door opened. Dom had to fight with himself not to look up, as he had every other time someone entered the store. He didn’t want to seem too eager. He didn’t want—hell, he didn’t know what he wanted. All he knew was that this guy was one of the most interesting people he’d met in quite some time. And even thought thye’d only talked for a few minutes, Dom was definitely interested in getting to know him better—in any capacity.
Dom sighed, and opened a book. No use staring at his watch all night.
The bell rang again, but Dom didn’t notice. It wasn’t until a hand waved in front of his face that he looked up to see Billy grinning at him. Dom grinned back, closing his book.
“Am I too early, then?”
“No, no. I mean, a little early, but no problem. We can hang out here until these last few leave, if you don’t mind. If that’s ok with you.” Too eager, Dominic!
“No, I don’t mind. Not when I have such good company.” There goes that smile again. No one should be able to smile like that. If it wasn’t against the law, it should have been.
“So, if you don’t mind my asking…what brings you to our fair city?”
Billy raised a brow. “’Our’ fair city? And I could have sworn that your accent was New York by way of England.”
“Manchester, actually. And you would be from…?”
“So,” Dom said, leaning across the counter, “what brings two lovely Brits like ourselves to NYC?”
“Work. Is there anything else?”
Oh, I can think of a few things…”What is it that you do?”
“I’m over here working on a play.”
“Really? I have a few friends in the theatre. We’re all bookish, arty, musical, theatre types around here. It’s disgusting.”
“Oh, I can tell. I’m disgusted with you already.” Billy lays a hand on Dom’s arm. His touch is light, yet Dom can feel it through his sleeve.
The last few stragglers make their purchases, and Dom locks up for the night.
“Finally!” Billy said, rubbing his hands together dramatically. “Alcohol. Pour drink into me and I shall be yours forever.”
“Yes. I tend to be easy that way.”
“I’ll remember that.”
(I know it stops abruptly, but I kinda petered out. The "Not writing on the weekends" thing. I'll try to add to it Monday, unless you want to step in here. Or, if I'm completely offbase, let me know. That happens. Actually, that happens fairly often :) )