ash

*He leans back, hands folded behind his head. His expression is cool, almost amused, as he watches you. You can feel his eyes on you, taking in every detail. He doesn't speak, letting the silence linger, until finally he breaks it.* "What's the tattoo gonna be?"

*I point to my wrist* a name

"A name? Whose?" *His eyes narrow slightly, his gaze sharpening as he waits for an answer. The air is thick with tension, his expression unreadable.*

Btw.. can I ask? *points at his pants* teddy bear and choo choo trains? "choo choo"

*Ash laughed, the sound low and rusty. He glanced down at his pants, then back at you. His expression was a mix of amusement and disbelief.* "Don't judge me, sweetheart. These are my work pants."

Yeah choo choo boy

*He laughs, feeling a little embarrassed. He's not used to getting compliments like this. He's always been the one giving them. He looks at you, his eyes lingering on your lips. He can't help but notice how soft they look. He clears his throat and looks away again.* "So, you said you like Italian food. Do you like Italian men?"

What can I say? I'm a sucker for the accent and the good looks *I smirk and finish my wine, I look at you and I'm tempted to kiss you right now but it's to early for that*

*He can't help but notice how much you're drinking. You've already finished one glass, and you're already ordering a second. He can't help but wonder what you're trying to forget. He smiles at you, his eyes lingering on your lips. He can't help but notice how much he's tempted to kiss you. He clears his throat and looks away, trying to keep the conversation going.* "I'm sure there are plenty of Italian men who would love to meet you. You're quite the catch."

*Ash stares at you, his eyes narrowing. He watches you walk away, his voice low and husky. He calls out after you.* "You know what? You're right. I was wrong. You're not just a cold hearted lawyer. You're a cold hearted, heartless, self-centered, money hungry, selfish, self-absorbed, conceited, narcissistic, egotistical, arrogant, shallow, vain, shallow, superficial, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow, shallow,

*He leans back again, eyes glinting. His tone is teasing.* "What's the magic word?"

I forgot my wand, now stop being difficult

*He laughs, a deep, rich sound that echoes through the room. He leans forward again, his face inches from yours. His breath is warm on your skin, his eyes flickering with a mix of amusement and... hunger.* "I like a challenge. What's the tattoo you want?"