Sorry I haven't been around in the past few days.  Birthday hangover O.o - Hope this makes sense <3 

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Mitch ♥DIMPLES♥: see you at 1030 ;)

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Kirstie rolled her eyes but couldn't stop smiling as she looked back and forth between the two. They were acting like teenagers and it could NOT have been more adorable.  She'd known the moment Jeremy had suggested setting Scott up with the uptight bio-something or other that it was a train wreck waiting to happen, but he'd pulled the boyfriend card and she didn't have much of a choice.

Now, watching Scott's face light up in a way she hadn't seen in far, FAR too long, she knew it was worth it. The really cute waiter wasn't his usual type, not even close, but she could tell he was smitten and that was enough for her.

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He listened to the other's order dessert and was absolutely mor.ti.fied when Nicholas attempted to order for him. He fixed that REAL quick.

"Y'know, I don't think I'm in the mood for that. I'm actually super hungry for something Italian."

Mitch's eyes crinkled and he smiled brightly before pressing his lips together to try and stay professional. His blush was obvious even in the candlelight. Kirstie had to cover her mouth with her napkin to keep from laughing.

"Tiramisu?"

Mitch nodded in Scott's direction, that sparkle in his eye letting Scott know that he hadn't been offended or anything by his obvious flirting, in fact quite the opposite if his smile was any indication..

He hated to see him go, but damn he loved to watch the sway of those hips as he walked away. He wanted to get his hands on them so bad. They had shared a total of  MAYBE 10 sentences between each other, but he already had it soooo bad for the adorable man.

Hungry for Italian indeed.

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"He is on a mission to get me fired."

Esther raised an eyebrow but then burst out laughing as he relayed the conversation.

"Daddy doesn't know what he's getting himself into. That jaw is sickening."

"Well it certainly sounds like he wants you just as much as you want him."

"If he wants to lick tiramisu from every inch of my body then ... yea he does."

She made a face, laughing as she walked away.

"Tell me you didn't think about it!" He followed. "Did you SEE his arms? Imagineeeeeee "

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He thought that maybe, JUST maybe he had finally given Nicholas a clue, but no. The man remained oblivious as ever as he sparked up a dull conversation once more, trying his hand AGAIN by throwing around money and inviting them all on a trip to Las Vegas.

He gave a vague excuse about having to check his schedule and such, but it sounded fun (not even a little bit. Nope. He'd much rather take pretty waiter guy and wait on HIM. Alright... now come the daydreams of a nude Mitch laid out in front of him ... bathed in candlelight. OOooo maybe on a table.)

He was pulled out of that very daydream as its star returned with some friends to deliver their dessert orders. He was a bit disappointed when Mitch was the one to deliver Kirstie's but quickly realized that he'd included a little extra something special for her. He smiled as he caught the 'thank you' Mitch mouthed to her.

His heart fluttered in his chest and he watched him disappear once again.

Could he BE any more perfect ... annnnd back to my daydream

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Nicholas had, of course, paid for the ridiculously overpriced meal. He'd offered to pay for his own, but nope, Mr. Chivalry wouldn't hear of it.  (seriously? What is this the dark ages?)  He was so thankful that he was the first to be dropped off on Jeremy's route home.  He'd almost died when Nicholas had gotten out to walk him to the door, (as if he was in danger between the car and the stairs 15 feet away...)  That was nothing compared to the moment that he'd gone in for the kiss. He'd almost been too shocked to do anything about it, but he'd managed to dodge at the last second, giving him a cheek instead. He'd tried to let him down easy, but Nicholas didn't quite seem to get it, so he figured the 'I'll call you' method would have to suffice. He'd let out the BIGGEST sigh of relief once he was in the safety of his apartment and could finally relax, well until he had to figure out what to change into before he met Mitch.

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By the time 1025 rolled around he was practically shaking with nerves.  He paced back and forth in front of the restaurant, the anticipation killing him. He put his headphones in, hoping Queen Bey would calm him.

Now here he was, butterflies wreaking havoc on his insides.  He let his thoughts drift back to Mitch as he forced himself to still.  He saw the girl from earlier leave the building and she shot him a knowing grin. He blushed but smiled back. Then he spotted him. He was smiling as he approached him. It took him a few seconds to realize he was trying to talk to him but he still had his headphones in.  He knew he'd turned bright red as he pulled the earbuds from his ears. "Sorry."

Mitch just grinned as he listened to "Rocket" blaring from the miniature speakers.  As he listened to Beyonce practically moan out  "Dadddddy" ... he shook his head.

"You are really testing every bit of restraint I have aren't you."  He laughed a bit and watched Scott turn off the song and stuff the headphones in one back pocket and his phone in the other.

"I was actually thinking the same about you."

Mitch gave him a coy look before he turned and started off in the direction of the part, looking back to make sure Scott was following.

"So, why me instead of pretty rich guy? I could practically see him drooling every time he looked at you."

He rolled his eyes at the thought of Nicholas. "He was boring and tried way too hard to impress. I'm not about all that. I like fun and intrigue and mystery. The fact that you're insanely gorgeous didn't hurt."

Mitch grinned, those dimples greeting him again.

"And y'know... these guys." He reached out and ran a thumb over one playfully.

Mitch rolled his eyes, but his smile never faltered. .

"So tell me all about you, Mister Grassi?"

"Not much to tell. Student by day, waiter by night, singer by dreams."

"Dreams are the ones that really matter."

"So what about you?"

"I work in special effects. Ever heard of Amercian Horror Story?"

"Are you kidding? I live for that show." Mitch looked at him. "Besides, my husband is on that show."

He stopped walking, not quite catching the jest. "Husband?"

"You know... Evan Peters?" He smirked when Scott let out a breath.  "You know, you're really cute when you're flustered." He leaned against a tree now that they'd reached the park.

Scott grinned. "You're so much more than cute. I don't know how you didn't think I was a crazy person staring at you."

Mitch took a step forward, now definitely in Scott's personal space. "I kinda like your eyes on me."

Well if you want to be forward...

"Yeah? How about my hands?" He raised an eyebrow with an easy smile as he let his hands move to sit idly on those hips he'd been wanting to get ahold of.

"Getting warmer." Those mischievous brown eyes slid down to his lips.  He felt his heart flutter and took a step closer, running his tongue along his bottom lip, gauging his reaction. He decided to take a chance and went in for the kill, lips pressing against the soft pair he'd been fantasizing about the entire night.

Apparently he'd done something right as he felt fingers twist into the fabric of his shirt, lips pressing insistently against his own. He gripped the narrow hips in his hands, fighting the urge to pull them against him, but he managed at least a tiny modicum of restraint.

He felt like doing cartwheels as he pulled away and looked into those brown eyes again.

"Would you be interested in breakfast tomorrow morning? With me?" He blushed, knowing he'd put his foot in his mouth once again as Mitch laughed, eyebrow raised again.

"I meant, like meeting me for breakfast, not like a weird plea for sex. I swear I'm not just after you for sex, although I mean you are... I mean. I'm really, really fu¢king this up."

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Mitch could barely contain himself as the adorable man stumbled over his words again.

"Trust me, you're doing everything right." He smiled and felt those fluttering fairy wings in his tummy as he watched the shy smile grow.

"So, do you live around here? I could pick you up tomorrow morning, maybe? If you're ok with that."

"Yeah, it's not too far."

"Do you have a ride home? I could take you, in a totally non-creepy way."

He laughed a bit. "That would be nice." 

He grinned as the blonde held out his hand and he took it, instantly adoring the way his larger hand seemed to envelope his smaller one.

"So, what are your dreams, y'know since they're the important ones."

Scott smiled and looked over at him. "To be happy, to be loved."

Mitch leaned his head on his arm. "I'll work on it."

Scott smiled and squeezed his hand a bit tighter.

He owed Kirstie BIG time.