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nola_benedickOne thing Fab had learned over the course of many, many dates was that every single one was a performance, and he always needed to stay aware of his audience. Some men, for instance, might thrill at a mouthy, disinterested Fab who breezed in late and needed to be won over. Others might fume at such disrespect and demand strict punctuality and fawning attentiveness.
But as long as he paid attention, there was a Fab for every man. He'd just never found one worth playing his role for forever, other than Gabriel, and of course that was different.
And maybe Teddy Childs was different too, because Fab wasn't sure what he was doing. Well, okay, that wasn't entirely accurate. He knew why he was waiting outside—so if Teddy didn't show, Fab didn't feel like he was in a spotlight of humiliation in the middle of the restaurant, and expected to pay for his drink besides. And he knew he'd chosen this outfit—charcoal slacks, crisp white shirt, teal blazer and a black tie with white polka dots—in order to look striking without being too outrageous, to look good next to Teddy without drawing an extreme amount of attention.
But as he paced under the striped awning, he felt insecure in the role he was playing. Himself, being honest about his life and disappointments? Who wanted that? Even his parents hadn't wanted that, which was why he was in New Orleans in the first place and not with one of them. Surely this couldn't work, and wasn't this the worst possible situation to not have a solid plan for?
Fab sighed and looked up at the awning, and froze. Oh God, his blazer matched the stripes.
But as long as he paid attention, there was a Fab for every man. He'd just never found one worth playing his role for forever, other than Gabriel, and of course that was different.
And maybe Teddy Childs was different too, because Fab wasn't sure what he was doing. Well, okay, that wasn't entirely accurate. He knew why he was waiting outside—so if Teddy didn't show, Fab didn't feel like he was in a spotlight of humiliation in the middle of the restaurant, and expected to pay for his drink besides. And he knew he'd chosen this outfit—charcoal slacks, crisp white shirt, teal blazer and a black tie with white polka dots—in order to look striking without being too outrageous, to look good next to Teddy without drawing an extreme amount of attention.
But as he paced under the striped awning, he felt insecure in the role he was playing. Himself, being honest about his life and disappointments? Who wanted that? Even his parents hadn't wanted that, which was why he was in New Orleans in the first place and not with one of them. Surely this couldn't work, and wasn't this the worst possible situation to not have a solid plan for?
Fab sighed and looked up at the awning, and froze. Oh God, his blazer matched the stripes.
