Dick was bored so he had decided to do a cliché type of thing; read a book in a coffee shop. And besides the random conversations that he had caught snippets of, he felt completely comfortable with doing it.
Some of these conversations ranging from one end of the spectrum to another and the people talking made him want to laugh most of the time, but he refrained. After all no one likes an eavesdropper.
After finishing two more chapters he glanced up through the window. He noticed three boys, probably around his age, talking, and since they were on the other side of the glass he couldn't hear, but they still had a bit of intrigue to them.
He noted that the shorter of the red heads was most likely boasting about something considering his body language that basically screamed cocky, the other two not buying it and looking skeptical. Dick was glad for his sunglasses because no one would be able to actually tell where he was looking.
The taller red head made a gesture to the coffee shop and the other boy, who was most likely a jock type just from the way he was built nodded along in agreement.
Dick was even more intrigued when the shorter red head glanced back slightly uncertain about it, but then turned back to his friends with a grin and a nod.
He silently watched, under the guise of reading his book, as the boy walked into the shop and looked around.
Dick new exactly what this was when the other's green eyes settled themselves on him, and, with a determined look, walked over and sat in the seat opposite of him.
The brunet kept the small smile off of his face as he pretended to ignore the other youth and watched as he started to lose that air of confidence. Finally, taking pity on him, Dick quirked an eyebrow, "Can I help you?" It wasn't said with annoyance or anything, more of a faked, bored, curiosity.
The red head blinked and then smiled, "Sure can, I noticed you were sitting alone here and I wanted to ask where your escort was."
Dick had to give him some props for a less than used line, "Oh?"
"Yeah, I mean who would leave such a good looking prince all alone in a coffee shop?" The red head smiled again and placed his hand under his chin to openly stare.
The brunet almost laughed, but he wanted to keep this going and make the confidence waver, if only a little bit, "He was probably swallowed by the dragon that I keep on a leash." He turned another page for good measure and tried not to react to the other's sudden surprise.
He watched as the surprise morphed into an embarrassed blush and as the red head chanced a quick glance to his two buddies outside, "Hey now come on, don't be like that! Chicks dig this!"
"Last I checked, I'm not a chick."
The conversation went awkward for the other boy again.
Needless to say the other two were laughing. They couldn't hear what was going on between them, just that Dick was obviously not that interested.
The brunet's glance went unnoticed, thanks to his shades and he quirked his lips up into a smirk, "So how much?" he asked, finally taking pity on him.
The other boy was just about to get up to leave when he blinked at Dick, "Huh?" Well that was a slightly more than stupid reply.
Dick just tilted the book to look at him more clearly, "How much is the bet?"
Green eyes widened before looking away, "What bet? I just saw you here all alone and I just though-" the pointed look was enough to make him shut up, "If I walk out of here without a phone number and a date set up then I have to give them both fifty bucks."
Dick smirked, "And if you do?"
"I get a hundred from each."
Dick tapped his book thoughtfully for a little while, "If I give you my number and plan a date I'll split it 50/50."
The red head looked shocked, "Wait, what?" he leaned over the table and tried looking into the glasses, "You're actually agreeing to this."
Dick shrugged and placed a bookmark to keep his spot, mentally taking a note that he was one page off, "You get a hundred and I get a hundred." He placed the book down and crossed his arms over his chest, "Or you know, you could walk out of here and be 100 bucks poorer." He watched as the other's lips slowly spread into a small grin.
"Okay, uh, a movie?"
Dick rolled his eyes, "Too cliché."
"Umm, dinner and a movie."
"Overdone."
The red head looked at him exasperatedly, "Why do you care anyways! You're getting a hundred for free." He said it more as a statement than anything and sighed going back to thinking.
Dick let out a quiet laugh, "Come on dude, I can tell by your clothing and shoes that you're a runner." He waited until he had the other's attention before continuing, "What can you tell about me?"
Green eyes regarded him quietly and then to his shirt which was a dark blue with grey sleeves, not form fitting but not baggy. He glanced at the black jeans that fit him perfectly and the black running shoes with neon blue accents. The red head looked back to his face and then to the book.
The Complete Sherlock Holmes Volume II
"You… like mysteries?"
Dick suppressed a smirk, "That it?"
"You are a mystery."
He actually laughed at that. The brunet sighed through his laugher and held out his phone, "Give me your phone."
The red head quickly fished it out of his pocket and gave it to him, "I still can't believe that you're doing this." He watched as the other's fingers tapped away at his phone.
Dick just nodded and sent a text to himself so he could have the other's number, "Yeah yeah, I'm awesome."
The red head took back the phone and smiled at him, "I'm Wally by the way." He held out his hand for the other to shake.
Dick looked up at the hand and shook it, "D." He saved the number and got up as well, "Well, Wally, I'm free next week on Tuesday."
The red head blinked and nodded, "Sounds good, uh, is it really just D.?"
Dick shook his head, "No."
Wally looked confused for a few moments, "Is that really all I get?"
The brunet chuckled and leaned in close, "If this date is neither cliché or overdone you might get the next few letters." He said quietly. Dick pulled back and smirked at the small blush on the other's features, "And I expect my cut of it by then too." He tapped Wally's nose and smiled, "Text me."
With that he walked out of the coffee shop with his book in hand. He glanced both ways, as if deciding where to go, and started walking the way that the two friends where. He didn't react to their disbelieving faces and kept going.
He heard Wally exit the coffee shop and faintly gloat about the fact that he did it. Dick heard the two groans of disappointment and he happily walked off. He was halfway down the block when his phone buzzed.
Dick tapped the screen and smiled at the text.
'I'm gonna take you on the date of your life.'
He bit his lip from smiling bigger and replied, 'Holding you too it fire-crotch.'
And if he heard someone gasp and choke on their own spit as well as questioning friends from a little ways away he didn't acknowledge it. It was enough to have caused it.
