Breaking the Grid

Chicken shop date

"So, uh... can you drive?

Amelia: hesitates, her eyes flickering with a hint of uncertainty. "Well... I mean, I could..." She trails off, as if trying to convince herself.

Blair: smirks, crossing her arms and leaning back with a knowing look. "So, that's a no."

Amelia: Leans back, studies Blair with a teasing smile. "You say that! You're the one who wrecked a car."

Blair: laughs, rolling her eyes "Guess that's one way to put it. I prefer to think of it as pushing the limits."

Amelia: smirking, her eyes sparkling with mischief "Oh, so you're the type who drives things to the edge, even if they end up a little, well... broken?"

Blair: leaning forward with a grin "Only if it's worth it."

Amelia: gives her a slow, appraising look "Good thing I don't mind a little... risk."

Blair: pauses, feeling the intensity "Is that right?"

Amelia: nods, smiling slightly "Yeah. Honestly, broken or not, I'd still let you drive me."

Blair: chokes back a laugh, caught off guard, suddenly feeling the intensity building, glancing away as her cheeks warm

Amelia: picking up a chicken, giving Blair a playful look. "You know, I think I have a weakness for athletes. Can't resist them."

Blair: laughs, half-smirking. "Oh, yeah? Why ?

Amelia: nods, leaning in with a mischievous smile. "Oh, yeah. Something about the focus, the intensity... the way you guys make sweating look good."

Blair: raises an eyebrow, trying not to laugh. "Sweating? Really?"

Amelia: doesn't pick up on Blair's tone and nods enthusiastically. "Totally! And the smell—like, you know, the post-workout smell? There's something... raw about it." She leans in a little closer, whispering as if she's revealing a deep secret. "Like when you just get out of the car all disheveled? I love that."

Blair: blinks, taken aback, struggling to keep a straight face. "Uh... you're into... sweat?"

Amelia: shrugs nonchalantly, clearly unfazed. "What? It's honest! Besides, it's part of the whole... athlete package, you know? The grit. The... endurance."

Blair: bites her lip, trying to hold back laughter. "Endurance. Got it."

Amelia: smiling, oblivious, keeps going. "And the hand strength! Like, think about all those hours gripping the wheel at high speeds. Makes you wonder what else those hands could—"

Blair: chokes back a laugh, raising a hand. "Okay, okay, I think I get it. Athletes, uh, really do it for you."

Amelia: laughs, shrugging. "Yep! The sweat, the hands, the... um... athlete mindset. I just know you'd be really good at, you know, staying focused under pressure."

Blair: cheeks flushed, just nods, trying not to burst into laughter. "Focused. Right."

Amelia's overly detailed admiration adds a layer of cringe that makes the interaction both funny and awkward, leaving Blair struggling to keep a straight face.

Amelia: pretends to swoon. "You know, Blair, you're really good at this whole date thing."

Blair: laughs. "Thanks, I guess."

Amelia: picking up another fry. "But, I actually went on a date with Lando recently. You know him, right?"

Blair: laughing. "Duh. Course I know him."