It kinda feels like one of those dumb scenes in cliche romance movies where the characters lock eyes for the first time, and the music starts swelling, the background losing focus, everything moving in slow-mo like seeing a beautiful person makes time stop around them. It’s complete nonsense. Or at least, Kurt used to think that.
Because this guy is so gorgeous is knocks the air out of their lungs.
The previous owner had been what you’d expect—an aging doughy sleazy white guy with bad vision and worse breath—so Kurt had just sort of assumed the new owner would be much the same. Certainly not the most beautiful man they’d ever laid eyes on, statuesque and muscled, filling out his impeccably tailored suit in all the right places. He has the most intense eyes, gaze nothing short of arresting, and when he speaks—that gentle rumbling baritone makes shivers run up and down their spine.
Suddenly they’re very glad they decided on slacks instead of a skirt for this interview. Way easier to hide a boner in smart pants like these.
“Yeah, um— it said ‘receptionist’ on the thing, but I’ll take anything, if I’m honest,” they say, flashing their maybe-future-boss a lopsided grin full of braces. So much for professional. They really should try to channel some clean Freyja energy in here, so their dorky ass won’t get them in trouble. They really need this job.
Boldly, they step further inside and extend their hand for Molloy to take. “It’s very nice to meet you, sir.”
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Because this guy is so gorgeous is knocks the air out of their lungs.
The previous owner had been what you’d expect—an aging doughy sleazy white guy with bad vision and worse breath—so Kurt had just sort of assumed the new owner would be much the same. Certainly not the most beautiful man they’d ever laid eyes on, statuesque and muscled, filling out his impeccably tailored suit in all the right places. He has the most intense eyes, gaze nothing short of arresting, and when he speaks—that gentle rumbling baritone makes shivers run up and down their spine.
Suddenly they’re very glad they decided on slacks instead of a skirt for this interview. Way easier to hide a boner in smart pants like these.
“Yeah, um— it said ‘receptionist’ on the thing, but I’ll take anything, if I’m honest,” they say, flashing their maybe-future-boss a lopsided grin full of braces. So much for professional. They really should try to channel some clean Freyja energy in here, so their dorky ass won’t get them in trouble. They really need this job.
Boldly, they step further inside and extend their hand for Molloy to take. “It’s very nice to meet you, sir.”