Rather than put up a fight, Carson allowed himself to be tugged in the direction of the store window. What had been a mild suggestion was met with a rush of surprise at how brightly her face lit up under her smile, and it was enough to startle an awkward grin from him in response. He still felt like he had no idea what he was doing, but somehow he was managing to fake his way through successfully.
"Yeah?" He questioned, glancing at the guitar in the window and away from the pretty profile of her face as she leaned in against him. There was still that itch under his skin, the one that said having someone so close should be unpleasant and abhorrent, but she was soft and warm and smelled nice so it was easier to ignore.
"C'mon," he decided, tugging lightly on her hand and towards the open door of the shop. "Maybe they have a model we can look at while you tell me about him."
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Date: 2016-06-21 06:22 am (UTC)"Yeah?" He questioned, glancing at the guitar in the window and away from the pretty profile of her face as she leaned in against him. There was still that itch under his skin, the one that said having someone so close should be unpleasant and abhorrent, but she was soft and warm and smelled nice so it was easier to ignore.
"C'mon," he decided, tugging lightly on her hand and towards the open door of the shop. "Maybe they have a model we can look at while you tell me about him."