Feb 11, 2017 19:53:00 GMT
Post by Will Chase on Feb 11, 2017 19:53:00 GMT
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| What? Charlie? Will knew she was at least passingly interested in him, but she’d only really ever been a friendly barista to him. Why was it that Ash wouldn’t let him have a single platonic relationship with a woman? Honestly, she was as bad as their mom, except Ash just wanted to tease him over having a girlfriend, rather than for him to have children for her to spoil. He remembered his coffee as she gestured to it; he’d only half drank it, too focussed on what he’d been saying to bother pausing for a sip. He took a few moments to finish it before passing her the cup, giving himself time to gather his thoughts. “Honestly Ash, you’re incorrigible. Can’t I be close to a woman without it being sexual? You’re not old enough to be trying to live vicariously through me. I mean, she’s a friend, but this is the only place I’ve ever seen her.” Ashley recognised his protests. Their mother was forever constructing imaginary potential relationships and they’d both had their fair share of interrogations over their love lives. Strictly, Ashley was under the impression that she’d all but given up on Will now and started to focus all her efforts upon her daughter - but maybe it just felt that way. Still… It never hurt to kickstart a little spark, did it? Charlie hadn’t displayed the same gentle enthusiasm for any other customer, after all. “OH. Close.” She took both the mugs and danced her way to the counter before Will could defend himself. “Here you go,” she said cheerfully, waiting for Charlie to draw closer before continuing. “That’s my brother, by the way. He’s real sweet taking his little sister out for coffee, don’t you think?” Charlie looked confused for a second, then blushed for a second. “Yeah, that’s sweet.” The barista was fairly sure that she knew what the other girl was going for, and decided that it was worth jumping the gun, so she leaned in a little closer, speaking conspiratorially and grinning, though somewhat nervously. “Say, you wouldn’t happen to know if he’s single, would you?” Ashley tried not to look too surprised at how successful her wingmanning was. Oh wow, Charlie was not interested in being subtle. She could only imagine the terror on Will’s face as he watched the scene unfold. Wait, she didn’t have to imagine. Ashley spun around quickly, clocked the look on his face and returned it with an innocent smile, before returning her attention to Charlie. “Well, as a matter of fact I do. But girl, please, put yourself out there. He just needs a little encouragement.” She motioned for him to come over. “Why don’t you ask him yourself?” That was a yes right? Right? The girl, Ash, Will had called her, was being deliberately vague, but she was certainly implying it. Charlie had been interested in Will for a while, but he was hardly talkative, and she’d never quite managed to sum up the courage to go and ask him out like she wanted to. Still, he was coming over now as his sister beckoned him, and Charlie took a breath before putting on a big smile. “Hey Will, your sister was just telling me all about you. I was wondering…” She trailed off, hesitating at the last moment. Will, who had been quietly freaking out ever since his sister went up to talk to Charlie, found himself remarkably nervous as to what the blonde barista would say next. “What is it Charlie? You need help with anything?” Charlie took a deep breath, then proceeded to try and get as many words out in a single breath as possible. It was rather impressive, honestly. “Iwaswonderingifyou’dliketogogetadrinksometime.” Will took a moment to go over what she’d said, for at first it was almost totally unintelligible. Then, when he finally understood, he blushed, looking at Ash pleadingly. “I… I think I’d quite like that.” Ashley gave a subtle, approving nod of her head at Will, a smug look on her face. There was an irony in the world’s worst serial dater trying to play cupid but… hey, it was working, right? A time was set, the evening of the following night, and Will left with a tentative smile on his face. Maybe this time, he’d have a relationship that wouldn’t end in fire. Standing on the curb outside, with Ash, he faced her. “Well Ash, what now?” “Well,” Ashley smiled, unable to wipe the satisfied smirk from her face, “You enjoy yourself tomorrow. In the meantime, if you suddenly learn to fly, or grow horns or… whatever, please give me a call.” Her face was serious now. “And take care of yourself investigating these super weirdos.” “You know me sis, I always look after myself.”
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