LBC’S INCORRECT QUOTES: Somewhere between ‘fuck you’ and ‘I’d fuck you’
In the days after their mini-date and the kisses to Can’s cheek, Tin was surprised to find Can seeking him out. It had seemed that the shorter boy was taking most excuses to get away lately. But now all of a sudden, Tin found himself confronted.
Most importantly, Can looked surprisingly emotionally distraught.
“What happened?” Tin looked Can over quickly, watching him squirm as Tin looked for any obvious signs of what might cause such an expression. “Are you okay?”
Can took a breath and seemed to square his shoulders. “What exactly do you think of me, Ai Tin.” Tin was startled into taking a step back. “What exactly is going on in your head when you look at me that way?”
Tin’s mouth moved faster than his brain. “Something somewhere between ‘Fuck you,’ and, ‘I’d fuck you,’ Cantaloupe.”
Can’s face took on a delightfully pink hue that Tin couldn’t help but pinch. Can came to his senses and slapped Tin’s hand away.
“God, do you always have to talk that way about me?! Like I’m some sort of joke?”
“You’re not a joke, Cantaloupe.” Tin traced Can’s bottom lip with his thumb. “I’ve definitely been leaning more towards, ‘I’d fuck you,’ lately.”
Can’s blush darkened and he slapped Tin’s hand away again before storming off. Tin watched him walk away, slapping his face and shaking his head. Tin felt validated seeing the response. Apparently his flirting was getting through to Can after all.
It wouldn’t be long now before he got a proper date out of the Sports Science major. But Tin could be patient. He knew how to play the long game.
The Last Good Bar 