He meets her amusement with a steady gaze, unfazed by the teasing, though his mouth moves a little. He hides it with another sip of coffee, holding the liquid in his mouth an extra second too long, wondering what it must feel like, imagining the warmth, the slosh of water, the sensation to go with the taste and the weight of it against his tongue.
He gets nothing, though, so just swallows, and considers his response.
"You don't grow up in a town as small as Haven and not play baseball for at least a little while," he points out, setting the mug back down on the bartop with a faint clunk.
The part about playing violins just gets an enigmatic half-smile, a maybe lift of his eyebrows. A second's glance down at the surface of his coffee gives him a moment's thought before he looks back up at her with: "You telling me you play something, Parker? Musical interests part of your big-city skill set?"
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He gets nothing, though, so just swallows, and considers his response.
"You don't grow up in a town as small as Haven and not play baseball for at least a little while," he points out, setting the mug back down on the bartop with a faint clunk.
The part about playing violins just gets an enigmatic half-smile, a maybe lift of his eyebrows. A second's glance down at the surface of his coffee gives him a moment's thought before he looks back up at her with: "You telling me you play something, Parker? Musical interests part of your big-city skill set?"