☓ location: early november 2015; last drop - FLASHBACK status: CLOSED ; @herwildwhisper
There was a bottle on his lips the moment his eyes found her in the corner of the bar. The fact that they were staring right back at him had Sam choking on warm beer and Randy asking, 'you good?’ from beside him.
Be cool. Be cool. Be cool. Be cool. Be cool. Be cool. Be cool. Be cool. Be cool. Be cool. Be cool. Be cool. Be cool. Be cool. Be cool. Be cool. Be cool. Be cool. Be cool. Be cool. Be cool. Be cool. Be cool. Be cool. Be cool. Be cool. Be cool. She’s not looking at you.
The music playing over the bar’s old stereo system and the world turns cinematic, if just for a moment before he grounded himself with the memory of the last time he’d seen her, staring back at him through the window of Joe’s cop car.
She’s looking at you, but it’s not for anything good.
Sam pushed Randy’s hand away (which was busy patting him on the back like a child). It took everything in him not to look over to see if she was still watching as he made his way over to the bar to grab a napkin for blotting the beer from his shirt.
