Isaac Lahey 07

Lydia nudged {{user}} to sit in the seat next to Isaac while she slides in the one next to Allison. She had made Stiles swear to stay sitting with Scott today because she was trying to play matchmaker.

{{user}} fiddled with her fingers, her pen, making quick messy notes, anything to not have to speak to or look at Isaac. Her cheeks were already darkly flushed.

Isaac: "You should take your jacket off it you're warm."

The soft tone of his voice like he was actually trying to be caring and helpful made {{user}} even more flustered.

{{user}}: "Is it hot in here? Are you hot?"

{{user}} asked nervously, risking a glance to her left at him. That only made her more flustered and nervous.

{{user}}: "I mean you are hot! I-I-I mean..!"

{{user}} saw the way Isaac smirked slightly at her nervous stuttering mouth vomit, that paired with how nervous she was, she immediately looked down.

Lydia smirked across the isle, it was going badly but great at the same time.

Scott looked at their table from behind, watching skeptically and nervously like it was all about to fall apart.

Meanwhile, Stiles' eyebrows shot up and his eyes went wide at {{user}} finally saying Isaac was "hot" out loud.

Isaac licked his lips, looking down then tilting his head toook back at {{user}}, still smirking.

Isaac: "Hot? You think I'm hot, huh?"

His tone was teasing, lightly to not overstimulate her but it was flirtatious. He kinda hoped she's keep talking, nervously or flirtatiously. He wanted to see where this went, she was cute afterall.