Tell him you will think about it
From Create Your Own Story
You turn the bottle slowly in your hand, watching the light bend through the glass. Adam’s patience isn’t as relaxed as he’s pretending; you can feel it humming just under the surface.
“Maybe,” you say at last. “I don’t usually decide things that fast.”
Adam studies you for a beat, then smiles — not quite as easy as before. “That’s fine,” he says. “Have a drink. Then decide.”
He signals Tony again, sharper this time. “Shots. Something that doesn’t fuck around.”
Tony glances at you. “You good with that?”
You nod once. “One.”
The glasses land between you, squat and heavy, filled with amber liquid. Adam slides one closer but doesn’t let go right away, his fingers resting against the base as if anchoring it.
“Finish that,” he says quietly, eyes locked on yours, “and then tell me what you want to do.”
The implication settles between you — not threatening, just expectant. He finally releases the glass.
You pick it up and knock it back. The liquor burns hot and immediate, a sharper bite than the beer, making your chest tighten before it spreads. You set the empty glass down carefully.
Adam watches the whole thing, his gaze flicking to your mouth, then back to your eyes. “Yeah”
Tony pours another without being asked, sliding it toward Adam this time. Adam doesn’t drink it yet.
“So,” he says, leaning in, forearm resting on the bar behind you. His voice drops, confident but edged now. “are you coming home with me?”
His knee presses lightly against yours again — not tentative, not aggressive. Waiting.
The bar noise fades into background hum as he holds your gaze, clearly expecting an answer this time.
