michael.

‘A guy like you’ he says and Michael doesn’t catch himself to stop his snort in response. Blaine made it sound like a compliment. He meant it as one too, Michael is aware. He was simply also aware of another, truer meaning to that sentence and the ridiculousness of such a compliment directed towards himself. A guy like him certainly didn’t need help meeting people; he worked in a different area at night, closer to the gay scene to find more customers, and he had been right to move his business over there. During the day however Michael wasn’t attracting attention like that, like what Blaine thought. Either that or he was seriously missing the signals(as possible as it was, he couldn’t help but doubt it)

After he tug on his sleeve Michael follows easily to the table Blaine had his eye on, pausing with one eye on the other as he stops to say hello himself. A more curious expression settles on his face to the eased greetings, wondering why he’d be here so often if he didn’t even have a pet of his own. What stood out more was Blaine pulling out Michael’s seat first, however. A gentlemanly gesture that he both wants to be fond of an annoyed at simultaneously.

Regardless he doesn’t react in either direction and takes a seat with Apple on his lap. She stands, tries unsuccessfully to turn around and face the other way before giving up and laying down on the young man’s legs, sated for the time being thanks to the constant contact. “It sounds like you do, if I’m being honest. Can’t say I’m much better though. If I could stick it in my arm I would.”

Blaine watched the tiny dog attempt to make her circles before she just flopped down and got comfortable.  Smiling warmly down at her, he resisted the urge to reach out and pet her. Little awkward seeing as how she was seated on her walker’s lap and that was a little too close for just-met-you contact.  One menu was slid over towards Michael.  Blaine didn’t need to open his to decide what he wanted to order.  But he did it anyway.

“You and me both.  Too bad they haven’t invented a convenient IV drip.  I’m sure it’d make a mint,” he chuckled and relaxed back into the chair. “So..  Do you do anything other than professional dog walking?  I’d imagine that’s a pretty in demand business.  Especially in this area of town.  But is it your only job or is it funding a bigger dream?  Not that it has to.  Just..  A lot of people do that here.  I guess I’m just curious about your story.”  

He didn’t mean what he asked as any insult towards Michael’s job.  Or doing what made him happy.  Blaine was genuinely curious if he was working like a lot of people, he himself, knew when they moved here.  Waiting tables, weird feminine product commercials, Santa’s Helpers In Christmas Hell, etc.  Until their dreams came true. “One of my best friends was a Christmas window display once.  Never knew that existed for human beings until she got the bright idea.”