ebonyfeather

primeval100

Dinner

I can do this, Connor told himself, standing up. He immediately sat down again. No, I can’t.

He was going to make an idiot of himself; he thought the man was interested but he didn’t exactly give a lot away. For all Connor knew, he was just being friendly. Maybe it was his subconscious making it into something more.

Two cups of tea and half a packet of biscuits later, Connor finally worked up the nerve to find out.

“Becker?”

The soldier turned.

“Would you like to have dinner with me?”

Silence, and then Becker smiled.

“Thought you’d never ask.”