Tim shouldn't tease. He's eighty-five percent that teasing Johnathon Sims goes right over his head, because there was a time, now feeling quite long ago, when he had attempted flirting, and that had been about as successful as anyone might imagine with someone like Jon.
"Let's do the bar," Tim says with a shake of the head, and starts walking even though he hasn't the faintest idea where he's going. Does it matter? Presumably there will be a sign, or Jon's swift redirection. "I don't want to be in your space right now."
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Tim shouldn't tease. He's eighty-five percent that teasing Johnathon Sims goes right over his head, because there was a time, now feeling quite long ago, when he had attempted flirting, and that had been about as successful as anyone might imagine with someone like Jon.
"Let's do the bar," Tim says with a shake of the head, and starts walking even though he hasn't the faintest idea where he's going. Does it matter? Presumably there will be a sign, or Jon's swift redirection. "I don't want to be in your space right now."