"Well... it was a pleasure talking to you to," Caleb finally managed, kicking himself on the inside. He just wasn't the most cavalier type of guy, he had to admit. Too much time spent glued to a television screen or a computer screen meant that he was somewhat lacking in the social skills department. Caleb had a difficult enough time carrying on conversations even when face to face with what few non-virtual friends he had; the fact that he had gone this far while talking to such a beautiful woman without tripping over his own two feet was a feat in and of itself.
"Yea...: Cat replied, not breaking eye contact as she spoke to him. "Hopefully I'll see ya back around here soon."
Caleb smiled and nodded.
"Yea I normally walk through this lot on Wednesdays to pick up my... uh," he paused, realizing that he didn't really want to reveal to this very attractive girl that he was an avid collector of comic books. "My stuff..." he finished wanting to kick himself even harder now.
Cat gave him a bemused grin and lowered her eyebrow.
"...Okay," she chuckled. "Well, next Wednesday I'll have a fresh batch of peanut butter cookies with your name on em. And um," she added coyly, "good luck with your uh, "stuff" in the meantime, Hun," she teased him. "Oh! That reminds me!" Her eyes lit up for a moment. "I've got a batch of snickerdoodles I gotta go pull out of the oven." She awkwardly wiggle waddled around to face the other way again. "It was nice meeting ya, Caleb!" she said, before walking away. Caleb returned the sentiment, but didn't miss the opportunity to stare at her one last time as she made her departure. He could have sworn that there was just a bit more of a sashay in her heavy stride, but with how much her hips already swayed and her ass shook when she walked, he couldn't be too sure.
Lest he be caught leering inappropriately, Caleb sighed weakly and turned to make his exit, small pink box of confections in tow, feet practically dragging across the floor as he contemplated how he was going to make his move the next week, or whether or not he'd even have the guts to do so.
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