Lamb
Ovine Member
"Ah! Yes, ma'am." Blake smiled at the barrista with the most endearing grin he could offer in his current state. He leaned forward in his seat to be slightly closer, but not uncomfortably so, to the woman before he specified what exactly he wanted, "I was wondering if you might spare me your contact information. You're quite an attractive woman, and you've made me the best coffee I've had in some time-- I believe that's grounds for me to like you considerably for the short time we've been in each others presence."
As if to sell himself to her, he made another point, "I'm in the military, and I'm looking for a pen-pal." There was a pause before he emphasized 'pen-pal' in a peculiar manner, as if he didn't want to be presumptuous; yet he retained his smile, a slight nervousness showing as he scratched the back of his head.
As if to sell himself to her, he made another point, "I'm in the military, and I'm looking for a pen-pal." There was a pause before he emphasized 'pen-pal' in a peculiar manner, as if he didn't want to be presumptuous; yet he retained his smile, a slight nervousness showing as he scratched the back of his head.