Grey had managed to pull himself away from the crowd. Currently propped against the ship’s railing, his one hand relaxing on the cool metal and the other pinching the stem of a champagne flute. All the while as he watched the sea of beading and feathers and red on red, the wind tousled his hair. “Nearly forgotten what it’s like,” he said, softly, making conversation with the person nearby. Yates. Strange what a year did. “It’s like I’ve forgotten how to get going.” @yatesstarters
“well then, maybe you shouldn’t have left,” carmen said curtly with a fake smile. she shouldn’t have been bitter about grey leaving, he didn’t owe her anything, she was just a little sensitive to fact that the men around her seem to vanish into thin air only to reappear a year or so later without so much as a text. she sipped on her drink and twirled it around shaking the ice. “you missed a lot you know.... i’ve got a boyfriend now, like an actual boyfriend.” carmen knew that he wouldn’t care but the idea that he might have some reaction even if it was just teasing her, made her tell him.















