'Did she just- laugh at me' he questioned internally, straightening his apron slightly as he watched the ground as he walked. Trying not to notice her burning eyes on him.
He was slightly embarrassed but cleared his throat as he tapped once one the cover of the book, giving it to her,
He smirked, "don't say it to loud, they may be listening," he whispered back, "besides, Mr Mooney has the best antique books in New York, this new place is full of teen romance and murder mystery's," he shrugged, raising an eyebrow,
'Karate? That's something you didn't post anywhere'
Joe had a quiet sigh of relief at her next words, if it ever came down to it, she surely wouldn't be able to beat his ass, she wasn't a black belt.
"I dunno, muscle memory is pretty amazing," he teased back, he watched as she took the book, she was so careful, so gentle, so..
'Maybe? I'm sorry, did she just say maybe?'
Joe blinked slightly, that wasn't at all what he was expecting her to say, he was the one, and she said maybe?!
'Guilty'
Joe frowned, an faux expression of sadness and worrying drawn on, "oh, Ella I'm so sorry.." he confided, he understood but he truly didn't expect her to say no, if he knew, he wouldn't have killed the damn lady in the first place, "I understand completely, please take your time,"
'And like every good guy, I prioritised her first, and took that maybe like a champ'
Joe was about to give her, her receipt when she stopped, Joe smiled slightly, "really? I mean, only if you feel up to it if course," he added quickly, trying not to smile to much, this is good, this is what he wanted. He raised an eyebrow, watching as she gave him her phone, 'hello'
He took it carefully, placing his phone number inside, "done," he smirked, suddenly feeling the presence of Ethan, "I totally wasn't listening or anything, but the book party, it's going to be a hit, I'm baking, and girlfriend Blythe, she'll be there to," he smirked,
Joe clenching his jaw slightly,
'Fuck,'
Ethan suddenly gasped, "oh! Maybe we can double date!"
'Double fuck, Blythe has hated me ever since Beck died,'
"Was murdered," Beck added in his mind.
"Ethan, can you, just," he breathed, "oh look, it's miss smith, tell her we still don't have Pride and the prejudice," he muttered, pushing his friend back over to the side of the room.
"Sorry about him, he can be a little.. eccentric," Joe muttered, Joe didn't even realise he was still holding her phone, quickly handing it back to her, "sorry, well, ah, I'll hear from you?" He questioned,
'I'll be at the funeral'
