#{scott 01}

“Is your name Scott?” Savannah asked, approaching the man with a raised eyebrow. She could have sworn that the barista had said Sav, but then she’d been about to take a sip of the drink and her eyes had spotted the name on the side– the name that definitely did not say Sav. “I, uh, I accidentally stole your drink.” [@scottwtsn]

Addy, having been cooped up in her office working for most of the night, had only decided to come out of her office to grab some more water when she’d glanced behind the bar and made eye contact with the one person she’d never thought she’d see in Wintergreen. She’d stopped instantly, eyes widening as she took him in. Scott. Here, in her bar in Wintergreen. She tried to squash down her first instinct: run, and instead opted to be civil, or as civil as possible. “Scott– you, uh– you’re here,” she muttered. The bar was pretty busy, though, and she didn’t exactly feel like talking in the middle of everyone so, thinking quick, Addy wandered around behind the bar, grabbed his hand and dragged him back behind it and into her office. She closed the door behind them. “What do you think you’re doing here?” [@scottwtsn]