Work Text:
POV- Spot Conlon
I gripped the leash a bit firmer, pulling my two pit bulls back. Cece turned back to face me, panting a bit and what could only be a grin plastered across her face. Lola made a little hop, attempting to jump further ahead,
“Hey, c’mon guys…” I whispered. I prayed they wouldn’t make a scene. I’d already gotten a few glares for having pit bulls at the park, I couldn’t imagine what would happen if Lola tried acting up. They were good dogs, the best I’d had. They were good around other people, great around other dogs. I couldn’t have asked for a better two.
My train of thought was interrupted when I saw something sprinting towards me, suddenly there was a dog jumped up on me, tongue lapping my face. I wrinkled my nose, balancing at the weight of the huge dog. I heard Cece bark,
“Stay, girls.” I hissed, hoping they would stay. I felt the dog pulled off me a few seconds later. I wiped my face, cursing under my breath.
“Oh my god-!” Someone squeaked, “I’m so so sorry- I thought that- I didn’t mean to- she just started pulling and I went down! Oh my god- you got slobber on your shirt-! I’m sorry-!” Hands frantically brushed at my shirt. I looked up to see a guy. Well, more than a guy. He was a good bit taller than me, blond curls messily framing his face. His face was flushed, his eyes strikingly blue. In his hands, he clutched the leash that trailed down to a massive dog. Definitely a great dane, silky black fur and grinning wide. She had a chain for a collar, she looked… terrifyingly adorable. “She’s big- I didn’t mean to- oh my god- can you sue me for this? I can’t afford-” He cut himself off.
“I’m not going to sue you.” I said. He looked at me through wide eyes. “I don’t care- I just- I’m glad they didn’t do anything.” I motioned towards my own two dogs. He turned towards them,
“Oh-!” He squeaked. I froze- was he going to freak out? He leaned down, “Can I pet them?”
“Yeah- they’re good girls.” I smiled. He crouched down, looping the leash around his wrist and petting one of them with each hand.
“What’s your name?”
“Spot.” He looked up at me,
“Oh- your name, not the dogs.” He attempted to correct it. I chuckled, pointing at myself,
“Spot Conlon,” I pointed at each of the dogs, “Cece, Lola.” He stared for a moment before nodding. He nodded towards the great dane,
“That’s Lady,” He smiled up at me and I felt my knees go weak. “I’m Racetrack Higgins, good to meet you.” I smiled right back at him. “Really, though- I’m sorry. I didn’t think she’d pull that hard- you aren’t going to sue?” I pretended to think a moment.
“Well… you do owe me, right?” He swallowed nervously, nodding. I smirked, “How about we make it even, let me treat you, you wanna go out for coffee sometime? At least… I dunno, get to know each other or something? I wanna figure out how you got ‘Racetrack’ and I think the best way to do that is a cafe.” I said, a sudden surge of confidence filling me. He blushed furiously a moment.
“I- I can pay- it’s- I owe you-”
“Well, if you go, I think that’s favor enough for me.” I smiled sweetly.
“If- if you’re sure-”
“My treat.” I grinned.
We talked for a short time, eventually both walking to our cars in the same direction. He cleared his throat.
“Just… just so I’m getting this right… that… coffee would be like… like a- um-”
“A date?” I finished for him. He turned to me, eyes wide.
“Y-yeah.”
“Then yes, at least, I’d like it to be.” He nodded, smiling to himself. “And- uh- if you’re just going because you owe me- I didn’t mean it like that- you totally don’t have to-”
“No no-! I want to- you’re really cute and you seem nice and-” He turned away, “and I’m definitely overstepping-” He mumbled. I chuckled softly.
“Don’t worry about it, I think you’re cute too.” I bumped my shoulder softly against his. He turned back to me, biting his tongue in a smile. He flicked his eyes down for a moment.
“I… I got a feeling I’m gonna like you, Spot Conlon.”