philanthropistplayboybillionaire:
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Summer rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help smiling back. “I didn’t mean me at all. And you can stop trying to flatter me. I really do know what I look like.” She tapped a finger on her mouth, eyeing him up and down. “You didn’t answer my question, either. Do you make a habit of avoiding questions?”
Tony bobbed his head from side to side lightly. “I wouldn’t say I was, avoiding. I like to think of it as, gracefully sidestepping.” A rather sarcastic, smug grin spread across his face, as he continued to avoid the lingering question. “I’m pretty good at flattery. Especially when it comes to myself.~” The arrogant smile never left his lips.
“Ah, well, the world knows how you think of yourself, Mr Stark. But I am asking you to stop telling me pretty lies and answer a simple question. Come now, is it so hard?” Why was she even pressing the point like this, she wondered to herself. Because what /her/ ego really needed was to be squashed by Tony Stark, master playboy.
“You know what I could really go for right now? Shawarma. Love the stuff. Ever tried shawarma?” Tony took the woman by the arm and started to lead her down the sidewalk.
“Yes, actually,” Summer replied, startled into answering. “It’s not my favourite, but I like it well enough. My sister took me while we were in DC for — something.” She let him guide her, unresisting, going so far as to properly tuck her hand over his arm rather than being pulled along.