Ask Why

It took me a moment to clear my thoughts. I shook my head and glanced looked up at the old man, trying to look confident and in charge. The fact that he was almost twice my height made that hard, but I did my best. "Why were you even watching that?"

The man glared at me, clearly sizing me up. "Been under a fair amount o' stress, Lass. Having you chirping about asking me about your ac while being all pretty weren't helping. I chanced upon de video while drunk one night and couldn't get the idea out of my head."

For some reason, all I could think to say was "You think I'm pretty?" Which made me feel stupid almost immediately.

He sat down on the edge of his desk "Lass, you'd be distractin' even at the best of times."

"So..." I asked, trying to look far more confident and collected than I actually was as I walked up to him. "What do I need to do to get my ac fixed?"

I was glad to hear him laugh. "I believe I can look at it next Wednesday, around 6 o'clock."

It should have been the answer I wanted, but for some reason it disappointed me. That small nagging sensation between my legs wanted him to ask a favor for a favor. I tried to put on a happy, if not flirty, expression. "Thank you, I really appreciate it."

"It's me job." He smiled back before looking uncomfortable again "About de video..." He started, trailing off slightly.