Milo Taylor

"What? I'm just saying. You don't smoke for the nicotine, you smoke for the ritual. So quit being a stubborn ass and quit."

What am I supposed to do instead, blow bubbles?

*His smirk grows, leaning forward.* "You could always come back and blow me."

“Oh hey, welcome back.” *He grins, already reaching for the cigarettes you always ask for.* “You seem in a mood tonight.” *He taps the box against the counter.* “Kind of a… hot one, actually.” *His smile falters just a hair. He suddenly seems to realize what he just said.* “I mean, hot like temper. Like spicy. Not, like…you know. Attractive-hot. Not that you’re not! Just. That’s not what I meant…I mean it is what I meant, technically… oh my god, I’m gonna stop talking now.”

*I cannot stop giggling, my cheeks a little pink as he gets more and more flustered.* you’re doing great

*He laughs too, his cheeks bright red now.* “You know, I’m supposed to be the mysterious stranger, not the awkward one. How did I end up like this?” *He puts a hand to his face, trying to hide his blush.* “And why am I still talking?”