He Nods At Her Words, Often Makes Little Jokes But Really, Hell Never Fully Speak About His Family Dynamic.

he nods at her words, often makes little jokes but really, he’ll never fully speak about his family dynamic. doesn’t see the point. it is what it is and it will never change. “ well, i find it hard to believe that anyone could overshadow you, and they’re foolish for trying because you have some pretty great ideas in that head of yourself, ” king’s grin widens as he catches onto her excitement. it feels almost infectious. he takes note, some of the completely achievable. good ways to draw in some younger clientele. “ a rooftop garden— i like the sound of that. rooftops always make for a good gathering spot. a few drinks, nice chat. it could be a good communal space. ” or it could be used as a way to draw in extra money if he made it available only to few, options he still has to think over. “ have you ever thought about a job in real eastate development ? ” he teases, turning fully to face her. “ think you might have a secret knack for it. ”

hadley noticed the subtle shift in his expression, a flicker of relief at finding someone who understood his vision. she could sense the conflict beneath his confident facade. “ oh, i can really relate to having big ideas that get overshadowed,” she said with a knowing smile, nudging him back playfully. “ family dynamics have a way of doing that, don’t they? but hey, let’s put the business worries aside for a moment.” her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “ as for amenities, i’d want a space that’s both functional and a little whimsical. maybe a rooftop garden with a view, or a cozy reading nook with built-in speakers for some music. oh, and a home theater with the comfiest seating—because who doesn’t love a movie night? go wild with your imagination; the sky’s the limit.”

Schitt's Creek — 1x06 | "Wine and Roses"

“ oh, no, you don’t have a friendly face whatsoever. great bone structure, sure, but inviting ? not so much. luckily for you, i don’t intimate easily. but really, it wouldn’t hurt to smile more. or once— ever ! ” once again she’s talking quickly, animated, ignoring his first statement. eyes roll instantaneously as she adjusts her stance, exasperated sigh escaping perfectly painted lips. “ well, for starters, i haven’t seen you with anyone since charlotte, except for nova but she’s your roommate and if that was going to happen it likely would have by now. which is good for me because i also plan on getting her to sign up. but back to you. yes, you probably could get a date easily if you actually tried, but i’m just, like . . . way better at it. and honestly, men often can’t be trusted to make good decisions. that’s just fact. ”

"yeah, you're not exactly making me feel better as you boast about how much better you could stalk me..." he places the bottles in his bag. "you know, you're the only person i've ever met who seems to think i have a FRIENDLY FACE." he'd tried to let this girl down subtly what felt like a hundred different ways, and yet, she always found her way back to him. "and i ask you again... what makes you think that i can't get a date on my own?" probably the fact that he, well, you know... wouldn't. but he liked to think it was his own personal choice. his relationships had all been with dancers ( the exception being charlotte ) and they all ended poorly. apollo didn't see the point in making empty promises to others. he would provide what he could, and often times, it wasn't enough.

Mal's Gilmore Girls rewatch: Lost and Found 2.15

“ oh, please, ” noa laughs, eyes threatening to roll though there may be a slight tinge to her cheeks. still, she waves off the idea with a perfectly manicured hand. “ don’t flatter yourself. inflated egos are so not it. ” shifts on her feet, intrigued as to what he may ask her to promise— what he does she isn’t expecting. lips part, doe eyes wide for a number of seconds. oh. “ a dance ? with me ? you and me ?” she looks baffled, but it’s only because for the first time— well, ever, she’s not entirely sure what to say. but it comes to her quickly. “ i don’t think you understand how busy i’m going to be. i mean, i’ve been organising this for weeks. i have a whole system. charts, compatibility scores, body language analysis. the average song is around 3-4 minutes, do you have any idea how many things i could miss in that amount of time ? some people don’t realize how important one single stolen glance can be— that’s why they need me.” a simple sorry, no can do would have sufficed, but in typical noa fashion she’s over-complicating it. the brunette stops, hands slowing as she lowers them and takes a breath, offering a smile now in return. “ i can find you someone less preoccupied to dance with, does that work ? ”

leaned against the counter , a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he took in her bright , animated presence . the flyers she handed him were bold and colorful , but they couldn't outshine the energy she exuded . " a mixer , huh ? " his voice drawled out , teasing as always . " and here i thought you were just lookin’ for an excuse to see me . " he took the flyers , holding them up as if inspecting them closely . " i’ll put ‘em up for ya but don’t think i’m lettin’ you off that easy. you're gonna have'ta promise me somethin’ . " he paused , eyes gleaming with mischief . " save me a dance at your little ‘ get-together ’ . seems only fair , don’t ya think ? " he flashed her a grin , knowing full well he’d enjoy watching her reaction , teasing her just enough to keep things playful .

— Olivia Rodrigo