#everharrt

𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳.  // @everharrt. 𝑽. 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆.

It  wasn't  every  day  she  saw  a  face  she  DIDN'T  recognize.  At  least , not  people  who  weren't  actively  working.  The  only  people  who  came  in  here  she  didn't  always  recgnize  were  usually  attached  to  someone  they  were  WORKING  FOR.  But  she'd  been  watching  him  move  through  the  club  for  some  time  now , &  she  could  tell  he  wasn't  actively  working.  The  establishment  fuctioned  as  a  club , but  that  was  FAR  from  it's  intended  purpose.  Walking  up  to  the  bar , stopping  next  to  him , she  watched  the  bartender  eye  her , &  hurry  with  getting  her  vodka  ready  for  her.  Same  drink  every  night  she  was  working.  Next , her  attention  landed  on  the  STRANGER  in  her  club.    " You're  new.  Not  too  many  new  faces  we  see  in  here. "    Her  accent  was  mostly  american , but  with  the  sligtest  Romanian  accent  lurking  underneath.

He can’t take her in a fight but he’ll try if they want it.

『 ANYA'S  TYPE  BINGO. 』  ━   ACCEPTING. @everharrt.

❝ awe!  you  can  have  the  spot  for  the  effort  of  trying! ❞     after  all  ,  the  effort  was  what  tended  to  be  the  most  important.    ❝ feel  free  to  collect  your  winnings! ❞   

it’s a game she used to play with her brothers growing up while they’d wait at the bus stop near their house in london ----- find a person, make up a story, make it as believable as possible and get the other two to sign off on it. simple, harmless time wasting ---- and she’d gotten good at winning the little game over the years too; be it due to her imagination being eager to wander about a bit more ( and a keen eye for peoplewatching ) than her siblings’, or on the technicality of the pair of them just letting their little sister claim victory most of the time. ( of course she liked to think it was more the former than the latter ----- especially since she took it as one of many signs that pursuing the want of being behind a camera’s lens was not only a good idea but the only one for her. )

so it isn’t very long before esmé gets an impromptu crash course in the florrent family game while she sits in the open windowsill of her bedroom, leg swinging idle, waiting for her ( now ) midmorning coffee to cool while watching people pass on the sidewalk across the way through the metal lattice of a fire escape.

he gets treated to a spontaneous explanation for the man and woman walking five little dogs all on the same leash like some kind of miniature hydra before she tries to put context around the man in her building who likes to walk to the bodega around the corner and back with his cat perched on his shoulder. “you want to try one? give it a go? i bet if we wait long enough, someone’ll come by and surprise you.”

@everharrt   /   “very few people surprise me.“

apparently just as there’s no real surprise at his answer ------- she’s seen the way he studies people from the moment he spots them until they leave his line of sight. he works everything out so precisely it's a good thing she hadn't had to go up against him in her youth.

still, there’s always exceptions to rules … right?

[ TEXT from @everharrt ] we are sophisticated adults ok? 

"am i?"

if esmé were to look close enough, he'd catch the exact moment the phrase climbed up on top of her brain, kneaded a few times as it made a little circle, before finally nesting itself on there with zero intention of ever getting up ever again.

There's  a  satisfied  smirk  there  on  her  lips.  Hearing  the  way  those  words  come  out  ,    it's  heavenly.  No ... Not  heavenly.  But  she  definitely  remember  them  talking  about  it  somewhere  in  that  bible.  All  that  matters  is  that  voice ... &  the  very  handsome  man  attached  to  that  voice.

        [ * ]   &  how  cute  he  looked  when  he  begged  liked  that. // @everharrt.

[ TEXT from @everharrt ] - i have good news and bad news.