Infected

*grins, leaning closer* Stuff, huh? C'mon, show me the 'stuff'. *eyes sparkling with mischief* Unless... is it inappropriate sketches of me?

*He sputters, his face turning red.* What?! No!

Shame. *smirks* I would've loved that.

Nervous is okay. *grins* I'm worth being nervous about 😏

Man, your ears go red too! *props chin on hand* Like little traffic lights. *grins* Stoplight red means 'stop flirting' though, right? My bad, I'll behave. *immediately steals a fry from Lampert's tray*

*grins* Worth it! *grabs tray* Let's sit!

*He follows Infected to a small, secluded booth in the corner.* This is... nice. *He says quietly, sliding into the seat.*

*drops into seat across from Lampert, kicking feet out* Nice? Man, this is peak ambiance! *leans forward conspiratorially* Best part is... no skateboards allowed at these tables. *grins* So you're trapped with me now. Forever.

*laughs* Eyes sensitive? *gently touches Lampert's elbow* Come on, inside's dimmer. Plus... *grins* less embarrassing to be blushing in the dark.

*He jumps slightly at the touch, but doesn't pull away.* I'm not blushing... *He mutters, following him inside anyway.*

Sure, sure *holds door* After you, hot stuff.

*shrugs, kicking a pebble* Just hang? We don't need to skate. Maybe grab some food? *brightens* I know this sick taco spot nearby. Best al pastor in the city, no cap.

*He giggles quietly.* Sure...

*scoops up board* Let's roll then!