While she’s waiting for his reply, Alex just lets go of the tie. She’s seen that look. She knows that look and she doesn’t want to make things any more awkward between them than they already are. Because honestly this is definitely one of the more awkward situations than she can think of at the moment. Still, she gives him a hopeful smile even before he agrees to come in, and it only increases as she unlocks the door and leaves it open so that he could follow her.
Flicking the lights on casually, Alex just blushes a little at some of the mess on her coffee table. It’s work of course but it’s stacks of files and papers and folders and a mass of post it notes. Picking up one of the stacks she moves it to the floor behind the sofa before she just asks, “do you want a drink?”
Blake follows her into the apartment and he glanced around. If she’s known him very long she probably has noticed his ocd neat freak tendencies, they make him great at his job but sometimes a little judgmental even when he tries not to be. But he doesn’t judge her too much, just a little, resisting the urge that he has to want to tidy everything up. That would have definitely made the situation worse.
Alex knows that he's a neat freak, but it wasn't like she'd planned to invite him in. If she'd known that this was a date (a fifth date at that) then she would have cleaned. Definitely would have cleaned for him. And not only would she have cleaned, but she would have probably wore better underwear than what she was currently wearing at the moment. If nothing else, they would have matched. Giving him a quick grin, she just walked into the tiny kitchen, and came back with a bottle of red, a corkscrew and two clean glasses.
With as little as she ate at home, there was always clean wine glasses. A girl's got to have priorities after all. Sitting on the couch next to him, she just hands him the bottle and the corkscrew. "Here, you do the honors. I can move some of this stuff some more if it'll make you more comfortable. You know me when I'm working. Organized chaos."
Blake never means to show what he's thinking (okay, sometimes that's a lie and he wants people to know he's judging them) but his face is a bit of an open book. It doesn't always serve him well, honestly. While these things come across so easily his personal life is probably a severe wreck often enough because of it as may exes would likely attest.
"No, no. It's fine," Blake said. After all, it's a bit like he's imposing and he wouldn't be so overtly rude, especially not to Alex. He makes quick work of opening the bottle.
"Yeah, it's a little weird." Alex just admits it honestly, before she takes her glass and does move a stack of files out of sight and hopefully out of mind behind the couch again. "But I mean, I've never minded weird," sitting back down with him, she gives him a quick smile along with a little bit of a roll of her shoulder. "As you know. But I mean, we'll get back to a point where it's normal for us again."
And then, to clarify, she adds, "I mean, if you still you know what to." A beat and a sip of her wine before he explained further. "I mean the dating thing. I do like you, Blake."
"That's true," Blake said, he could imagine that she did like weird, though it had never really been his forte. Then again, his parents would have said otherwise. Between his sexuality and his choice of work they'd never been particularly understanding even if they loved him and judged far more his work for the state department instead of the private sector than who he's dating.
"Do you?" he asked but he looked amused as he did, taking a drink from his glass.
Weird, in general for Alex had very little to do with things that had to do with her sexuality. She was drawn to the weirdness of the stories in Washington, finding what was in the underbelly versus what was there in the light of day. It was something almost fun for her, to dig through the secrets that people possessed and that they tried to keep hidden. It was an enthusiasm that spread through Alex nearly constantly, and she tends to wonder if that's why some people were drawn to her.
People like Blake for instance.
Taking a sip of her wine, she just shrugs at him once more with a little grin. "Yeah, I mean I just assumed you weren't interested in that way, so I kinda put those feelings in a box because I was just glad to meet you."
"For my excellent sources and ability to get into nice restaurants?" Blake questions with a raised brow and he's teasing her. There's still a bit of him that's feeling defensive but he's gotten used to that over the years. He'd constantly had to defend his sexuality with previous partners, with his family for a while even.
She wasn't making him do that so at least it was nice that she simply accepted it as it was the moment she found out.
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Flicking the lights on casually, Alex just blushes a little at some of the mess on her coffee table. It’s work of course but it’s stacks of files and papers and folders and a mass of post it notes. Picking up one of the stacks she moves it to the floor behind the sofa before she just asks, “do you want a drink?”
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“Yes, thank you,” he said.
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With as little as she ate at home, there was always clean wine glasses. A girl's got to have priorities after all. Sitting on the couch next to him, she just hands him the bottle and the corkscrew. "Here, you do the honors. I can move some of this stuff some more if it'll make you more comfortable. You know me when I'm working. Organized chaos."
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"No, no. It's fine," Blake said. After all, it's a bit like he's imposing and he wouldn't be so overtly rude, especially not to Alex. He makes quick work of opening the bottle.
"This is weird, right?"
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And then, to clarify, she adds, "I mean, if you still you know what to." A beat and a sip of her wine before he explained further. "I mean the dating thing. I do like you, Blake."
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"Do you?" he asked but he looked amused as he did, taking a drink from his glass.
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People like Blake for instance.
Taking a sip of her wine, she just shrugs at him once more with a little grin. "Yeah, I mean I just assumed you weren't interested in that way, so I kinda put those feelings in a box because I was just glad to meet you."
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She wasn't making him do that so at least it was nice that she simply accepted it as it was the moment she found out.