2. Color me tartan

(This is a continuation of my previous post)

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The caps hadn’t even come off the cans yet, and Glagow Girl was already lightheaded.  The Glaswegian accent, the eyes, the close proximity, the realization that he had been thinking of her.  He had, right?  That’s why he said what he did.  She knew she needed to quickly gather her wits, so she bent down over the box, becoming quite interested in the different colors of spray paint. 

“Pick a favorite yet?” she could hear the amusement in his voice.  She knew she was fooling no one.

“Not yet.”  She rummaged a little more, looking at all the colored caps.  “You don’t seem to have tartan,” she looked up at him, smiling.

“We could make it.”  Graffiti Guy pulled the bandana down from his face.  “We could make a lot of things together,” his sly smile matched her own, and Glasgow Girl’s heart skipped a beat.  Crouching down at the opposite side of the box, he began pulling out a couple cans.

“Blue,” he began as he handed her a can, “because it’s your favorite color.  And green,” he handed her another, “for your eyes.”

Glasgow Girl sighed softly to herself. ‘Well, I’m toast,’ she thought.  She watched as Graffiti Guy got up and walked over to retrieve her ‘water’ bottle.  Grinning at her, he went to take a sip, but instead held it upside down to show it was already empty.

“I’m afraid you’re out of your drink,” he observed.

“Say what?  It’s empty already?”

“Aye,” he replied.  “Not even a wee bit left.”

“Well, that won’t do,” she mused.

Graffiti Guy walked up to Glasgow Girl and handed back her empty bottle.  He placed the spray cans back into the box and put it in his car’s boot. 

“Sooo…we’re not painting now?” she asked.

“I have a better idea,” he said as he helped her up.  “One I don’t think you could resist.”

“Oh, I can resist everything, except temptation,” laughed Glasgow Girl as she stood.

“Then consider yourself tempted.  There’s this rock bar on Hope Street, it’s kind of a favorite of mine.”

“Solid Rock?! Besides Gin 71, that’s my other favorite bar!” 

Graffiti Guy grinned.  “Of course it is.  Let’s go, then.  I think a couple pints of Guinness are calling our names.”

“You know, funny story involving Guinness…” she started, then trailed off.  She got a raised eyebrow in return.

“It’s why I didn’t call,” she explained.  “You wrote your phone number on my hand just before you left.  Yeah, it was a little exhilarating at the time, but then a server tripped and spilled Guinness all over me.  I went to wipe it off and – ” she held up her hand.  “ – no more number.”

Graffiti Guy shook his head.  “Blaming the beer.  I’d say ‘no more Guinness,’ but I’m not daft.”

“I guess we’ll just have to come up with a better Guinness story,” suggested Glasgow Girl.

“Aye,” replied Graffiti Guy with a wink.  “And the night is just starting.”

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© Dahlia Ramone:  September 5, 2020

This was written for Blogophilia topic: “Say what?”

Prompt:  Quote Oscar Wilde*

* I can resist everything except temptation

Solid Rock
Gin 71