Zaid greatly enjoyed his job. Working for the Sanditon came with a lot of perks, some of which included a seemingly endless supply of people to flirt and - if he was lucky - have a dalliance or two with. It was a bonus that he also genuinely liked his job. Part of his daily routine was planting new things or watering existing things. Zaid personally took great pride in his work and had quiet ambitions of perhaps becoming the Head Gardener one day.

The Cresswell's gardens had looked in need of some sprucing up so he had spent part of his workday sprucing up the tulips in their garden and fixing up the enchantments that kept them fresh for longer than it would without magic. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he stood up and smiled in greeting. "Good day, Mister Cresswell. Just finishing up here unless there is anything else you need," he said, a bit of a flirty lilt to his words.

Mister Cresswell was the best friend of his employer and was a long-time resident so Zaid was fairly familiar with him. Not as familiar as he would have otherwise enjoyed but he had gotten certain vibes in the past that made him think it was not entirely out of the realm of possibility.

Mister Cresswell had a very nice smile. It was at least partly what attracted Zaid to him in the first place. Zaid was a sucker for a beautiful smile. "It should be," Zaid said as he looked over his handiwork. He took quite a lot of pride in his work. "It's thirsty work though, especially in the sun like this." He hoped Mister Cresswell would bring him out a glass of lemonade or water just to complete the fantasy images in his head. Better yet would be getting an invite inside but Zaid was handling this carefully.

Zaid did an internal happy dance. This was going pretty well, so far. "That would be very kind of you, Mister Cresswell," he said as he took his gardening gloves and apron off and set them aside his tools. He made his way up to the steps of the mans residence.

Zaid's good feeling about this grew even more when the man slid a hand over his upper arm. He made sure to subtly flex the lean muscle that his outdoor work had created. "Your kindness is greatly appreciated, sir," Zaid said, boldly holding eye contact for a little longer than necessary.

Zaid was now absolutely sure that he was reading the signals right. He took one of the glasses and kept his eyes on Mister Cresswells as he drank the water. "Refreshing," he said as came closer, still testing a bit as he slowly closed the distance. At the first sign of confusion, he had an excuse prepared but he didn't think that would be the case here.

Zaid smiled as the older man leaned forward. He was pretty positive by now that things would go the way he hoped.

"As do I," Zaid said, leaning up to press his lips against those of the other. He hesitated after, lingering against the older mans lips. Waiting for either acceptance or condemnation. It tended to go one way or another in these situations.

Zaid was utterly delighted that this was happening, that he hadn't read the vibes wrong. "Gladly," he replied, letting the older man take the lead.