More of the RPS
another little SPF/karate instructor thingie, inspired by goodtwin 's evil little picture (see my previous post if you havent already)
This installment misses a G rating by one occurance of the word "hell."
It takes three months of classes before Sean believes what Dave had been telling him from the first: he doesn’t have to prove himself here, and trying too hard to be perfect is hurting his progression instead of helping.
It takes Sean twice as long to work up the nerve to ask Dave out. Dave is so easy to be around, so open and friendly with everyone that Sean isn’t sure the attraction is mutual. There is so much to lose if he guesses wrong.
When he does ask, it's because he's exhausted with shooting one film while negotiating the next and still trying to hit as many classes at the dojo as he can. The words just seem to slip out when he's too tired to stop them, "Hey Dave, how about dinner sometime?"
Dave nods, "Sure."
And Sean's stomach sinks because he knows this isn’t the time to start something new and he should have waited until he was between projects so he could dedicate the time a relationship needs to it.
"My place?" Dave offers, to Sean's surprise. "I'll cook."
Sean stumbles out an agreement, feeling the least charming he's been since puberty.
Dave maps the route on the back of a business card. They talk a bit more and then Dave needs to lock up so Sean leaves. He sits in his car in the parking lot for a long time, holding the card and wondering what the hell he was thinking.