She took her hand on her own and gave it a god shake. The guy was nice, she had to give it to him. He wasn't treating her like she was some sort of alien, so that fact alone was a big deal.
"Trust me, you didn't want to see it when I first moved here. The place was a mess." She bit her cheek, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. "But my Dad put on his big boy's pants and turned it into a lovely place, yeah."
She tilted her head, pointing at his Lady Gaga shirt with her chin. "Awesome t-shirt."
"How old were you when you moved in with your dad?" He didn't know any of the details of the situation, and he was aware that there could be some very raw reason that she ended up with her dad instead of her mum, but he was curious to ask for a little more information.
He grinned down at his t-shirt and then back up at her. "Thanks. I love Lady Gaga!"
"How old are you now?" He wasn't even going to try to guess. She could be anything from 15 and a half to 21, though if she was at the top end of the scale she would be getting IDed in bars for a long time to come, he judged.
"Yeah. An ex took me to see her in concert. It was awesome." Some clear flamboyance came out as he began to describe the gig to her.
She gave her the kinda look that questioned if he knew he wasn't supposed to ask that sort of things to girls. "Eighteen." She was clearly proud of that number though. "You?"
Without noticing, she was smiling as she agreed with him, shared her own opinions.
They had just met each other but she already could place him in the TOP 5 if people she'd liked dating her Dad.
The look that he gave her was equal: She should know not to ask a gay guy his age. But he was smirking too, recognising that they were both equals and he'd crossed that taboo first.
"I'm 29." A thought crossed his mind. It didn't really matter, Seb was clearly older but he still had it. "How old's your dad?"
Once he'd finished his epic account of the concert, complete with an impression of the roaring crowd through cupped hands, he pushed his chair back. "Do you mind if I put the kettle on? I need a cup of tea."
She scrunched up her nose a bit at the question. "You should ask my Dad, the diva, about that." There was an implied message there: if Lucien was forgiving her for asking her Dad wasn't likely to be as zen if she shared that top secret information.
"Make yourself at home." She waved her hand in direction of the kettle.
After a moment poking at her cereal, she couldn't help pointing something out. "Don't worry, I promise I'm not going to cockblock you all day."
She was loyal to her dad, he appreciated that in the girl, not giving his age away to his one night stand. Not that he was so much of a one night stand if he followed through with his promise of going to the beach, that would remain to be seen. Guys made all sorts of promises before they fucked you, but afterwards they'd often remember just how busy they were, sorry.
He put on the kettle and poked around the cupboards to find the tea bags and a mug. "Its okay, I'm not planning to get all hot and heavy with him in public anyway."
"I mean here." She snorted into her glass of juice as she raised it for another sip. "I'm not always in the middle, in case that freaks you out or anything."
"In fact, that gives me an awesome excuse to go out myself. Or to be able to bring someone over."
"Oh." He smiles at her before turning away to pour the boiled water into the mug.
"Well, I don't know..." He shook his head and prodded the tea bag with a spoon. "I don't know if your dad will want to see me again. Has he had many boyfriends?"
He seemed worried, that was a good signal. Considering he hadn't run away after meeting her, it was clear that this guy was serious about her Dad.
"You're different from the guys he usually brings over, I think that's a good signal?" She wasn't sure of what to say at the questions. Eyeing her cereal, she kept it simple. "A few."
He thought that her reaction was probably hiding a thing or two, but it was unfair to put her on the spot, quizzing her about her dad. If he does end up seeing Seb again, they're the kind of questions that can be saved for him.
"I hope I'm the good kind of different that he'd like to stick around for a bit." He answered honestly.
"Do you want a hot drink while the kettle's boiled?"
Her Dad had dated quite a few men and women too, and this was not the first breakfast Robin shared with either. But most of them saw her like she was either a moster or someone to suck up to. This guy treated her like a person.
"Please. Some tea would be kickass."
She rushed her juice, which thankfully she hadn't served herself much of to start with. "You mind if I ask what do you do for a living? Not questioning, just curious."
Nodding, he made a second cup of tea before bringing it over, along with milk and sugar so she could make it how she liked it. He sat down and nursed his own precious drink between his hands.
"I'm a nurse." He took a sip of his drink and chuckled. "What does your dad do? He told me he was an actor."
Thanking him, she placed her mug before her and started pouring milk into it. American as she was, Robin had inherited her love for tea from both her parents. There was nothing as heartwarming as a good cuppa, it was no lie.
"Did he?" SHe chucked to herself, taking a sip of her own. "He's a part-time professional actor and part-time drama teacher. Good at both. And trust me, I'm don't suck up at him."
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"Trust me, you didn't want to see it when I first moved here. The place was a mess." She bit her cheek, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. "But my Dad put on his big boy's pants and turned it into a lovely place, yeah."
She tilted her head, pointing at his Lady Gaga shirt with her chin. "Awesome t-shirt."
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He grinned down at his t-shirt and then back up at her. "Thanks. I love Lady Gaga!"
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It made her wonder. Maybe he thought her Mum was dead and that was only giving her Dad more points, making him appear as super Dad, the poor widower.
"I lover her too. Her first record was better, but the last one was awesome too."
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"Yeah. An ex took me to see her in concert. It was awesome." Some clear flamboyance came out as he began to describe the gig to her.
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Without noticing, she was smiling as she agreed with him, shared her own opinions.
They had just met each other but she already could place him in the TOP 5 if people she'd liked dating her Dad.
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"I'm 29." A thought crossed his mind. It didn't really matter, Seb was clearly older but he still had it. "How old's your dad?"
Once he'd finished his epic account of the concert, complete with an impression of the roaring crowd through cupped hands, he pushed his chair back. "Do you mind if I put the kettle on? I need a cup of tea."
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"Make yourself at home." She waved her hand in direction of the kettle.
After a moment poking at her cereal, she couldn't help pointing something out. "Don't worry, I promise I'm not going to cockblock you all day."
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He put on the kettle and poked around the cupboards to find the tea bags and a mug. "Its okay, I'm not planning to get all hot and heavy with him in public anyway."
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"In fact, that gives me an awesome excuse to go out myself. Or to be able to bring someone over."
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"Well, I don't know..." He shook his head and prodded the tea bag with a spoon. "I don't know if your dad will want to see me again. Has he had many boyfriends?"
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"You're different from the guys he usually brings over, I think that's a good signal?" She wasn't sure of what to say at the questions. Eyeing her cereal, she kept it simple. "A few."
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"I hope I'm the good kind of different that he'd like to stick around for a bit." He answered honestly.
"Do you want a hot drink while the kettle's boiled?"
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Her Dad had dated quite a few men and women too, and this was not the first breakfast Robin shared with either. But most of them saw her like she was either a moster or someone to suck up to. This guy treated her like a person.
"Please. Some tea would be kickass."
She rushed her juice, which thankfully she hadn't served herself much of to start with. "You mind if I ask what do you do for a living? Not questioning, just curious."
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"I'm a nurse." He took a sip of his drink and chuckled. "What does your dad do? He told me he was an actor."
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"Did he?" SHe chucked to herself, taking a sip of her own. "He's a part-time professional actor and part-time drama teacher. Good at both. And trust me, I'm don't suck up at him."
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