julien had his share of troubles in life, but, none seemed to attract the way she had. still, the bar was close to closing. ❝ last call means last call darlin' . ❞ he said it without looking up first; the heels had tipped him off enough. when he did look up however, his eyebrows merely rose to the sight of such a blast from the past.

stirring the straw in her drink, sage's eyebrow raised at his voice break. there was a small smirk on her lips, nodding her head, “ah, okay. i’ll have another one, love.” she already had just gotten a drink, but she could have time another one, “you know, i know who you are.” her british accent curled, smirking once more, “i’m sage. i think its time for us to meet.”