"no, thank /you/, lan zhan!"

he likes the way his name sounds in wei ying's mouth. like it belongs there. he berates himself at the thought.

"so... when do you next want me?" wei ying leans on the counter again, looking up at him through his lashes. he smiles flirtatiously.

lan zhan needs to be away from him, now, safe in his workshop, before he does something like bend him over the nearest thousand pound armchair and ruin the upholstery.

he flips open the diary on the counter. it takes him a moment before he can read it.

he usually likes to spend at least three weeks on the initial mockup, fitting each new design into his schedule and working on several projects at once. right now, though, three weeks feels like a lifetime.

he normally has fridays off. next week's is empty.

"i have an availability next friday," he says matter-of-factly. "i will have an initial mockup by then. it will mostly just be a sizing fitting. would that suit you?"

wei ying leans forward to look at the diary. smiles up at him innocently. "i'm sure i could fit you in."