... Yeah. Yeah, I taught high school science, uh... chemistry and physics.
[How did she know that? She couldn't have. She must've just guessed... that must be it. Barry probably looks more like a former high school science teacher than he'd honestly like to admit. At least she thinks it's cute, for whatever reason. Hearing her say that makes him blush a little. Not to mention the hand boldly settling on his arm, making goosebumps chase up his arms and down his back, all over him.
Barry doesn't get it. There's just... something about her. Something he has no words for, something he doesn't experience with other men or women he takes an interest in, who flirt back, who join him home. Something alluring, something unnerving...
It almost feels like time around them stops once again. Like a blanket of silence drapes over their surroundings, muffling everything except the sound of his racing pulse, his barely controlled breathing. How did she know that..? Barry may be bad at a lot of things, such as small talk, appearing confident, approaching women, but one thing he's always excelled at is memory. He can retain and recall information very well, almost obsessively at times. And he knows for damned sure he never got as far as introducing himself.
He never gave her a name.
Barry watches the woman carefully, very conscious of his movements. All of a sudden, he's a little frightened.]
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[How did she know that? She couldn't have. She must've just guessed... that must be it. Barry probably looks more like a former high school science teacher than he'd honestly like to admit. At least she thinks it's cute, for whatever reason. Hearing her say that makes him blush a little. Not to mention the hand boldly settling on his arm, making goosebumps chase up his arms and down his back, all over him.
Barry doesn't get it. There's just... something about her. Something he has no words for, something he doesn't experience with other men or women he takes an interest in, who flirt back, who join him home. Something alluring, something unnerving...
It almost feels like time around them stops once again. Like a blanket of silence drapes over their surroundings, muffling everything except the sound of his racing pulse, his barely controlled breathing. How did she know that..? Barry may be bad at a lot of things, such as small talk, appearing confident, approaching women, but one thing he's always excelled at is memory. He can retain and recall information very well, almost obsessively at times. And he knows for damned sure he never got as far as introducing himself.
He never gave her a name.
Barry watches the woman carefully, very conscious of his movements. All of a sudden, he's a little frightened.]
How did you know my name..?