Mickey was sweating bullets. He didn't know how to proceed. He didn't know how to react. He didn't know if he should react. He certainly didn't know what in Sam Hill Minnie was thinking!
He jolted in his seat again, knees banging the underside of the table. Not enough to disturb their glasses of mango tea and strawberry lemonade thankfully, but it was close.
It was Valentine's day, and as it was Minnie's favorite holiday, it was practically a tradition to take her out to dinner at a fancy restaurant. However, because of a certain pandemic, a lot of the fancier restaurants ended up shutting down. Thus, mostly the chain restaurants survived. So, he decided to take her out to Chili Pepper's which was in that weird middle ground of being expensive if you have a big enough party of people but cheap enough if you do the smart thing with the "$25 for two", thing on the menu. Thus they dressed moderately fancy but not overly so, and they got one of those tiny booth seats for two in a secluded corner.
Minnie apparently decided to take advantage that the booth was as secluded as it was, in part because of the layout of available seating, and in part because of the pandemic.
Mickey felt her toe brush his thigh for the fourth time this evening, and didn't jolt physically as much with his legs like the first three times. For her sake, he still indicated that he felt it with his shoulders. So naturally, he decided to playfully glare at her to get her to cut it out.
"Ya trying ta tell me something, or are ya just trying ta get a rise outta me just 'cause ya can?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." She replied succinctly with enough honey in her voice to sound cute and feign ignorance convincingly. Especially as she took another sip of her strawberry lemonade, but Mickey knew better.
He glared at her a moment longer before being unable to help jolting when he felt her do it again, dangerously close to…
"Minnie! We're in public and there's no tablecloths at these tables! Why now of all times after all these years of knowing each other?!" He whispered harshly after yelping her name.
"Because for once I can reach." She replied simply, innocently taking another sip of her drink. And because your reactions are funny, went unsaid but he could read it clearly in her eyes.
"Flattered, really I am. But now because of that last attempt of yours I have ta do this-!" He then began flexing his right bicep and counted in Mississippi's to ten.
Ah, he was redirecting blood flow.
"My place or yours after this?" Minnie asked cheekily, then giggled when Mickey paused, turned even redder and had to recount his ten Mississippi's.