Coffee Comrades {Danny}

[Dr. Griffin Jones]

Griff blushed the colour of a tomato when Danny's hand touched his beard. "Ah, no, no harm." He said, trying to hide the blush on his face behind his coffee cup. It wasn't even the touch that had him flushing, it was the fact that Danny was an attractive man and Griff wasn't used to having attractive men touching him, whether it be to brush crumbs from his beard or just to shake hands. "I'll make sure you can bandage a broken arm and revive an unconscious non breathing person." He said, glad for the distraction. "You'll do great. I'm sure."

"Ooh, I'm interested already!" Griff exclaimed, scooting the chair closer. "It sounds delicious, I'll look forward to coming over to sculpt even more." He grinned, finishing his coffee and cooking, then pushing the napkin to the center of the table, politely tidying up the table. "It smells lovely, but yes, not good for my tummy at all. I'll stick to guacamole instead." He chuckled, shrugging his shoulders.

As Griff picked up his bits and pieces, he paused and laughed. "Oh, of course!" Taking a pen from his pocket, he scribbled down his number, both house and cell, then pushed his seat out. "Shall we say about... 7? That way I can get out of my work clothes and run the hoover over the house." He blushed a little again. Having dinner, touching, swapping phone numbers, he felt like he was 22 again. "And I'll get that pot of tea I promised ready for you."

[Danny Silverman]

When Griff turned red, Danny’s flush ended up deepening. He hadn’t been thinking about it at first. He hadn’t thought that his action might make the other man embarrassed, or…he kind of had, but not really seriously. Did Griff think he was flirting--? Was he flirting in sort of a strange way? Oh. Maybe. He hoped that Griff didn’t….didn’t mind too much, at least. Or wasn’t taken. That’d be bad. But he wasn’t saying anything, so he cleared his throat and leapt on the new subject gratefully. “Thank you! I’m sure you’ll do great for sculpting too.” He smiled at him and finished his cookie as well then gathered up all the trash that Griff had put together in the center of the table. Once they parted ways, he’d throw it out. It was the least he could do. “Guacamole is the best,” he agreed, happily. “Once I can find avocados here I’ll make you some. I have the best recipe for that. It’s sooo good.” He loved Mexican food. It was a part of California he definitely missed. When Griff rose, he rose too, tossing the items into the trash and returning to pick up the numbers.

“Great!” he said, smiling at him. And, realizing Griff was blushing, he blushed a little too. “But don’t worry about it cleaning up the house! Really. I don’t mind. But it’ll…it’ll be nice.” It hadn’t occurred to him that the whole thing was rather…date like. Still, he tried to recover (because he didn’t even know if the other man was interested in MEN) and offered him his hand. “Well, it’s great to meet you, Griff, and I’ll see you tonight!”

((Shall we wrap?^^))

[Dr. Griffin Jones]

Blushes semi-subsided, Griff leant over to give Danny a gentle manhug, patting his shoulder awkwardly. He would have gone for snuggling but that wasn't entirely appropriate after a first meeting, so instead he settled for the tactless manhug. He didn't think he could shake a hand without hugging anyway, so he drew back, clapped both hands around Danny's own and gave him one of his best smiles. "Yes, you've been the highlight of my week." He said cheerily, grabbing his bag and shouldering it.

"I'll see you soon." He added as he moved out from the table, taking a few steps towards the door. "I'll make sure I put out the best plates." And with that, the man strode out of the coffee shop, wondering whether to put candles out and make it a date, or just go normal. This would occupy his mind for quite some hours.

[Wrapped like a present!]