A/N: Okay this was supposed to be a 1.5k fic but I got carried away. This is Taryn’s fic, so it has some details about her- her favourite West Wing ep, for example- but anyone can read it. The muesli tip is real.
The next guy was Tony. You met him at your local café when you accidentally spilled your drink on him. You apologised profusely and he, seemingly unfazed, asked you out.
He was a runner in his last year at university on a track scholarship.
He asked if you wanted to go for a run with him the next morning and you said yes, promising to meet him by a local café so you could run a circuit and then get breakfast together.
When you got home after meeting him, you found Lin in your apartment eating some of the muesli you’d bought when you’d met Charlie. “This stuff is surprisingly good,” Lin told you through a mouthful, “if you add yoghurt, apple, cinnamon, sultanas, and berries. The best thing to come out of Switzerland, I’d say.”
“If you say so,” you said doubtfully before sliding into the chair opposite him. “Are you escaping another girl?”
Lin shook his head. “Nah, just craving muesli.”
He paused, his spoon halfway to his mouth. “You found a dollar? You met Josh Lyman? You finally realised you should date me?”
You laughed. “Nope to all of those!” Lin shrugged, and you noticed he had a fleck of muesli at the edge of his mouth. You pointed to it, “you have a spot of-” He wiped his mouth, completely missing it. “No there-” he tried again and missed. You reached across and wiped it off yourself, smiling at Lin’s stunned look. “There you go.”
“Thanks,” he said quietly. He took another mouthful and seemed to be thinking. He swallowed, “Did you find a sheep in Starbucks?”
“What?” you asked, confused.
“I’m still guessing,” Lin explained.
You snorted and grabbed the mug of tea. You took a sip, making a face at the overly sweet taste, “No- I got a date!”
Lin scraped out the last of his muesli and got up. “How did you manage that?” he asked as he put his bowl in the dishwasher. You spared a moment to marvel at how easily Lin integrated himself into your life before you answered him.
“I spilled coffee on him,” you admitted, and Lin barked out a laugh. “But he asked me out!”
Lin leaned against the counter, bracing himself with his forearms. “So what’s the date?”
“I’m joining him for an early run and then we’re getting breakfast together.” You headed through to your room, wondering if your battered trainers would survive a jog. “It’ll be nice.”
“Depends,” Lin said, “on how early it is.”
You pulled your gym bag out from under your bed and pulled out your trainers. They were a little muddy, but they’d do. You set them aside, deciding to go for a trial run tomorrow before your date on Saturday.
“I have the rest of the day off,” you told Lin, who had produced a laptop from somewhere and had hoisted himself up onto your counter.
Headphones around his neck, Lin looked up from his typing and grinned. “Can I play you a demo for my musical?”