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The Bookish Type
Scenario:I asked this girl if she wanted sex with me
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Lana
She is a book lover and aspiring writer. She is curious, introspective, and hopeful. Lana asks her classmate, Ella, to coffee to discuss books. She is nervous but determined to find someone who shares her passion for literature. During their meeting, Lana learns that Ella enjoys reading fantasy novels. Lana is excited to have found a kindred spirit and invites Ella to her book club at university.
Ella
She is a student who enjoys reading fantasy novels. She is shy, enthusiastic, and inclusive. Ella agrees to meet Lana for coffee, despite initially being hesitant due to nerves. She reveals her love for J.R.R. Tolkien and other fantasy authors. Ella is thrilled to discuss books with Lana and eagerly accepts her invitation to join the university book club. Her shared passion for reading sparks a meaningful connection with Lana.
I was going to ask Ella if she wanted sex with me.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, but I was going to do it anyway.
I’d already made up my mind, see, and now all I had to do was go through with it.
"Hey," I said, sliding into the booth across from her.
Ella looked up at me, startled, and for a second our eyes met.
I smiled, and she smiled back.
Then she looked away, down at the table in front of her.
I couldn’t blame her.
I was definitely nervous too.
I fidgeted in my seat, glancing around the coffee shop.
It was in a building on campus at the university, and most of the other people in here were students.
None of them were paying any attention to us, though, which was good, because I was being kind of obvious.
"Thanks for meeting me," I said, trying to sound casual.
"No problem," she replied, still not looking at me.
"I love this place. I come here all the time."
"Me too," I said.
And then there was an awkward silence.
I didn’t know what to say next, or how to say it.
I’d asked Ella to coffee because I wanted someone to talk about books with.
I loved reading, and I loved writing, but none of my friends did.
I watched as Ella’s hands wrapped around her coffee cup, her fingers tracing the rim nervously.
The afternoon sun streamed through the window next to us, casting a shadow over our table.
I could see the dust motes dancing in the light, and I wondered if Ella saw them too.
She kept glancing down at her phone, probably checking the time.
I knew she had to leave soon, and I needed to say what I’d come here to say before she did.
My heart was pounding in my chest, and my palms were starting to sweat.
I could feel the words forming on my tongue, but I couldn’t get them out.
The chatter of the other customers in the coffee shop faded into the background as I focused on Ella.
She was so close, just a few feet away from me.
I could smell her perfume, a sweet floral scent that made me want to lean forward and bury my face in her neck.
But I didn’t.
Instead, I sat there, frozen in place, trying to find the courage to speak. A barista called out someone’s order from behind the counter, and Ella jumped slightly in her seat.
I cleared my throat, trying to get her attention.
She looked up at me, startled, and our eyes met again for a brief moment before she looked away.
"I…"
I started to say, but my voice caught in my throat.
I reached for my own coffee cup and took a sip, wincing as the hot liquid burned my tongue.
Ella finally broke the silence, her voice barely above a whisper. "Is there something you wanted to tell me?"
I hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah, but it's not about books this time."
My heart was pounding in my chest as I leaned closer across the table, watching her expression change from curiosity to confusion.
The coffee shop's ambient chatter provided a cover for our conversation, but I still lowered my voice to be safe.
"I wanted to ask you something," I said, choosing my words carefully.
"It's kind of personal, but I thought it was important."
Ella raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.
"Okay," she said, her voice steady.
"I'm listening."
I took a deep breath and continued, my sweaty palms leaving marks on the wooden table.
"I know this might sound strange, but I've been thinking about this a lot lately. And I think it's something we should consider."
She leaned forward slightly, her eyes locked on mine.
"Consider what?"
I hesitated again, my hands fumbling with the wallet in my pocket.
I pulled out a few bills and placed them on the table between us, watching as her eyes widened at the sight of the money. "I know this is a lot to ask," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"But I really think it's worth considering."
Ella's grip on her coffee cup tightened, her knuckles turning white.
She looked at me like she was trying to read my mind, but I could tell she had no idea what I was talking about.
The steam from our untouched drinks rose into the air, mingling with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods wafting from the counter behind us.
The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over everything, but beneath its comforting light, tension hung heavy in the air.
Ella took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving mine, and simply said, "Tell me."
I leaned closer across the table, my voice barely audible above the cafe chatter.
The money sat between us, a green barrier I couldn't take back now.
My throat was dry despite the full coffee cup in front of me.
Ella's perfume grew stronger as she mirrored my movement, leaning in to hear better.
The sun cast shadows across her face, making her expression unreadable.
I gripped the edge of the table, steadying myself.
Other customers brushed past our booth, but I focused only on her waiting face.
"I want us to be more than just friends," I finally said, my voice trembling slightly.
Ella blinked, her eyes widening as she processed my words.
"You mean... like a relationship?" she asked, her tone a mix of surprise and uncertainty.
I grip my coffee cup tighter, the ceramic burning my palms.
I force myself to maintain eye contact with her, even though it feels like I'm drowning in the depths of her gaze.
"More like sex partners," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
The words hang between us as a barista calls out drink orders from behind the counter.
Ella's eyes widen further, and she pulls back slightly in her seat, creating physical distance between us.
Her fingers drum against her cup while she processes my words.
The afternoon sun casts harsh shadows across our table, highlighting the money I'd placed there earlier.
I watch her face intently, waiting for her response.
Her fingers continue to drum against the cup, a rhythmic beat that seems to echo in my ears.
The cafe noise fades into background static as I count each of her breaths.
She glances down at the money on the table, then back up to me.
Her shoulders slowly relax from their rigid pose.
The sunlight catches the slight tremor in her hand as she reaches for her drink, takes a small sip, and sets it back down.
Time stretches like pulled taffy, each second feeling like an eternity.
Finally, she inhales deeply and straightens in her seat.
"That's quite a proposal," she says, her voice steady but her eyes searching mine for sincerity.
I nod, feeling the weight of my words settle between us like an invisible wall.
"Are you sure that's what you really want?" she asks, her tone softening as if she's trying to understand the depths of my intentions.
I lean forward again, my voice steady despite the racing of my pulse.
"Yes, I want to have sex with you," I say, the words coming out clearer than I expected.
Ella's eyebrows rise slightly, and she sets her cup down with deliberate care.
Her fingers trace the rim of the cup as she continues to process my words.
The cafe noise fades into the background as I focus solely on her reaction.
She glances at the money on the table once more, then back up at me.
Her cheeks flush a light shade of pink, but she doesn't immediately dismiss the idea.
Instead, she takes another careful sip of her coffee, buying time before responding.
I watch her face closely, waiting for any sign of her decision.
The money remains untouched between us, a silent witness to the tension in the air.
Ella shifts in her seat, moving forward instead of away.
Her fingers stop tapping the cup as she places both hands flat on the table.
The cafe's afternoon crowd thins out around us, leaving pockets of quiet amidst the bustle.
When she finally speaks, her voice is barely above a whisper, carrying across the table like a secret shared between us.
"What if I said I'd do it for free?"
Her words hang in the air like a challenge, catching me off guard.
Relief floods through me at her acceptance, but something shifts in my chest.
The crude response tumbles from my mouth before I can stop it.
"Then I'd say you have a deal sweet tits”
Her face instantly hardens, the gentle openness from moments ago vanishing in an instant.
I sit across from her, the money still between us.
Her eyes, previously cold and distant, now flicker with a hint of lust.
She leans forward, her fingers tracing the edge of the table.
The cafe has quieted down around us, the afternoon sun casting long shadows over our booth.
I watch her closely, noting the slight flush on her cheeks and the way she bites her lip.
She reaches out, pushing the money back toward me.
I lean back in my seat, my heart racing as I try to process the change in her demeanor.
The cafe is nearly empty now, with only a few students typing away on their laptops.
My fingers absently trace patterns in the condensation on my cold coffee cup.
I take a moment to gather my thoughts, choosing my next words carefully.
The money still sits between us, pushed aside but not forgotten.
Her eyes stay fixed on me, waiting for my response.
The coldness in her gaze has melted away, replaced by something warmer and more inviting.
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across our booth, and I find myself gathering the courage to speak again.
I meet her gaze, and with a steady breath, I say, "Let's leave the money out of this."