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his smile falters, the air thickening. hunter can sense that something is wrong. he’s gotten to know kam like the back of his hand. despite it, the man makes his trek to the door so they can get their day started already. “why do you say it like that?” he turns and wonders out loud, cocking his head at the femme. him always being fine? that’s a load of bullshit. simply showing that doesn’t know him as well as he knows her.

“You think so?” A hesitant hand came up to scratch at the back of his neck before quickly trying to fix the hair that he had just ruined. “You’re not just saying that?”

“yeah - how about you don’t make a habit of talking to me like that?”

“i’ve been fine.” he lied, giving her a quick grin. “buy you a shot?” he signaled the bartender by raising a finger towards them. after the bartender placed the two shots in front of them, he slid one to the mystery girl. he was trying to act more aloof, as if he hadn’t been searching for her for weeks. right now, ian felt like he was on cloud nine. if he talked too much or asked too many questions, he might lose her again. he couldn’t risk it. instead, he tapped his glass against hers and down the shot in two gulps. pursing his lips, he leaned in again. “i never caught your name.”

“i’m not giving you a look.” he muses, “just looking.” he adds teeth grazing his bottom lip. he knows it must’ve been a big thing to introduce him to her family at all. the more he’s reminded of how much growth just exuded in their relationship, the more her asking him to attend makes sense. “well, good thing i’m there. i won’t hesitate to keep you to myself. after all, it isn’t our wedding, right?” fixing the watch on his wrist, hunter grabs his wallet and phone before he’s breathing out, “lets get you dressed, and get going. it’ll be alright.”

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it’d been weeks since he saw them last. each time he went to the bar, his eyes desperately scanned the dark space. each week, they weren’t there and he’d have to settle for someone else. someone less enticing. but tonight, ian was convinced he spotted them. when his eyes drifted around the bar, he spotted them across the room. with his drink in one hand and his other tugging at his jean jacket, ian made a beeline for the person. a playful grin played at his lips as he talked loudly over the music. “long time, no see. miss me?”

“— are you calling me an over dramatic… bitch?”