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“Show me your hand?”
“Um… that is so random, but sure why not?” she chuckled nervously. She waved her hand around, “So… you’re going to give me a palm reading? Or you want to high-five? Shake hands? What exactly do you want?”
“I want to kiss you.”
She eyed them seeing if they meant it seriously.
“… Well, that escalated quickly.” She broke eye contact and sighed dramatically, “The allos are at it again. I mean I hope you don’t take offense at that,” she said, glancing at them nervously.
“I mean you’re hot, if that makes you feel any better,” she admitted.
“Well not hot, you’re cute. Well, you’re not really cute either, you’re hot and cute.” Her face burned with embarrassment. She was getting really flustered now and she didn’t really like how that felt.
“So… you want to come over at my place?”
“What?! Are you flirting with me? For Pete’s sakes, please don’t flirt, I’m aroace.”
“Well, I’m not really aroace, I thought I was demisexual for a while… but anyways I know for certain I’m gray-ace, so I’m on the ace spectrum.”
“Um… then are you into girls?”
“Well, yeah but no? I’m on the ace spectrum… but I also identify as panromantic and pansexual… so yes.”
“So… you want to go to my place or nah?”
“You’re being quite persistent here,” she said teasingly, giving her a cheeky smile.
“I mean, even so, I don’t think it’ll be a good experience for you. There’s nothing really for you to gain from this.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you’re totally out of my league, and you’re everything I’m not. You’re cute, hot, and attractive… I’m not really sure what you see in me. Plus, I’m completely inexperienced which means I’ll probably fuck up and do some stupid shit. It’s not like I can practice this or anything.”
“Like seriously, for real… how do you even practice this? Like on an orange? Or a papaya? But that’s fruit rape. Fruits aren’t living breathing things so they can’t give consent.”
“Wait… what constitutes as being alive? Since fruits technically are alive—they’re plants, right? Or like distant cousins of plants? But you wouldn’t want to fuck a plant. Or a fruit. Either option sounds pretty bad to me, and honestly, I’m not into that. I'm kinky but not that kinky.”
The stranger was looking at her in a really weird way. Honestly, she didn’t really blame them, she knew she was freaking them out with her weird ramblings, intentional or not. She knew how much of a turn off it was when she started talking, everyone found her really weird and it wasn’t attractive at all—
Laughter. Huh, what that sound? Oh… laughter.
The stranger was bent over, wheezing and in a fit of laughter.
Huh?
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing… you’re just definitely weird and eccentric.”
“Um… in a bad way?”
“No. In a good way. I kind of like it.”
"Oh." Oh. Well, that's definitely something she hadn't heard before. The confident front she was putting on was breaking down quickly, and she was getting flustered. Shit, this wasn't how things were supposed to go. She was supposed to reject the stranger -- after all, wasn't she romantically and sexually repulsed? So what the fuck was happening? She was confused... really confused, and didn't know how to take it.
Well, always a first time for everything.