#introvrt

"I just want a nice, easy life." And by that he meant, one that didn't involve divorcing his wife. "What's so wrong with that?"

"whatever you're going to ask, the answer is no. in fact, i don't wanna talk to you until i hear a sorry."

aryan stands in the doorframe, watching the two of them, he can't help but smile. he'd been so busy with work lately, he was glad that the other was around "you two having fun?". aryan steps out the doorframe, "do you reckon, i could join in?" he asks, a smile still on his face.

"would you just quit giving me those cruella de vil eyes and come take this shot with me? i'm starting to feel attacked." / @introvrt.

"  was  it  ever  real  ?  any  of  it  ?  or  did  you  just  enjoy  knowing  when  ever  you  came  back  ,  i'd  still  be  here waiting for you ?  " | @introvrt

there was a reason bronwyn avoided flings and relationships like the plague. worldly attachments weren't going to help her become the next amal clooney, especially not when dates had to be squeezed in between study sessions. not to mention the awkwardness of encountering your ex after you break-up. alas, there would be no avoiding fletcher, not when they were both in line at the coffee shop. "hi, fletcher," she says with a sigh, opting for civility. "how have you been?"

there were plenty of things maddox loved about playing gigs on the weekend. the crowd, the energy, the girls. one, in particular, catches his eye, and with adrenaline coursing through his veins, he makes his approach, arm folding over the bartop and leaning into it. "never seen you around here before," he says, trying not to be so transparent in the way his eyes scans her up and down. "first time?"