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Harm stuck his tongue out in return and upped the ante with a head waggle and a nose wrinkle because he found using the money fun. He'd gone to the trouble of securing some petty cash for just this purpose and using a card seemed so usual in comparison.
He gasped and pulled back to smack Trick's arm when he was accused of flirting, his expression indignant. "I was not flirting!" he hissed in protest, though he blushed immediately after because he supposed telling the guy they were living locally might have been construed as a come-on. To avoid drawing attention to them, he dragged Trick down into a table for two near the front window, where they had an expansive view of the street.
"And I didn't tip him," he huffed, settling himself into the seat opposite Trick and nestling his bag on the floor between his feet. When Harm looked up, he noticed how the sun beaming through the window made Trick's tanned skin glow healthily and lit up his pale blue eyes deliciously, causing Harm's body to clench with longing. The water nymph was ridiculously beautiful. As if Harm would ever flirt with anyone again when he had Trick across from him or within touching distance. The very idea was preposterous!
"They don't do tips here like we do, I don't think," he reasoned and then pulled a troubled face as he leant across the table to get closer to Trick, glancing towards he counter to see the worker was preparing their order and well beyond hearing distance. "Do you think he thought I was flirting with him?" he asked worriedly, frowning at his boyfriend. It would certainly explain why the guy gave him those measured looks. "I was just excited!"
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