Lists | Phan

One: The First Step

Phil opened the door slowly.

Act a little shy.

"Connor?"

The brunette jumped, probably surprised at being called by name.

Damn it, I forgot he never introduced himself. Is it weird to call someone by the name you read off of their name tag? But surely it's normal, it's a fucking shop...if it wasn't okay, they wouldn't have name tags-

Phil spoke again, banishing the thoughts from his mind.

"I'm coming out now."

He stepped out of the cubicle, paying extra attention to his body language.

Look a little bit uncomfortable.

Connor's eyes glued themselves to him, raking over his body and taking in his whole appearance. Confidence bubbled up inside him, and Phil suppressed a self-satisfied smirk when Connor's gaze lingered on his arm muscles - defined well by the form-fitting fabric.

"You look good." The compliment came out in a throaty voice, and Connor audibly swallowed.

Make eye contact. Hold the gaze.

Connor's cheeks flushed slightly, eyes flittering away for a second.

"You think so?" Came Phil's teasing voice. He brought his hand up and raked it through his hair, grinning when Connor's eyes followed the movement.

"I'm thinking of growing my hair out a little bit." A completely pointless bit of information, not exactly truth either. "What do you think?"

Connor gulped, gaze still fixed on Phil's fingertips playing with some loose strands of jet-black hair.

"I think that would suit the whole look very well." He said, softly.

Phil grinned. It was almost too easy.

Compliment him.

"You have a very good eye for these things, Connor."

Connor fidgeted with his hands and Phil smiled. He didn't even have to command himself to do it that time, the whole process feeling more and more natural to him as he went along.

This is getting easier, he thought, triumphantly.

"Thank you for all your help Connor, I think I'll take it." Phil fingered the hem of the t-shirt appriciatively.

Connor gasped and broke into a disbelieving grin.

"Really!?"

Phil chuckled at the elated look on the boy in front of him's face.

"Yeah. And the other stuff you picked out too. I trust your judgement."

At that, Connor's ears went pink and Phil mentally high-fived himself.

"Th-thank you..."

This kid was adorable.

"I'll go change back now, okay?"

And with that, Phil turned and sauntered back into the changing cubicle.

He didn't even have to wipe his hands, they weren't sweating at all this time.

Progress was sweet.

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Phil had a quick look over the price tags and heaved out a huge sigh of relief that everything was surprisingly cheap. He changed back into his own clothes, extremely satisfied with his progress.