WHERE: a bar? probably a bar. WHO: @kat-beckettā & nate.
It hadnāt been part of some evil master plan.Ā In fact, it hadnāt been a plan at all until, roughly, ten seconds ago.Ā
The first time heād noticed her, itād simply been because, well, he wasnāt blind. It was only in the moments following his appreciative gaze that he realized heād seen her before. With Carly. He hadnāt been there for her that night, hadnāt been prepared to face that particular demon, so heād left before reality could ruin his buzz. But he hadĀ noticed. Because, again, he wasnāt fucking blind.
Hazel eyes tracked her as she took a seat. Okay, it was a little less of a plan, and a little more of a self-serving excuse, but there was no harm in it, right? Nefarious intentions didnāt have him gripping his half-empty glass and heading for the unoccupied seat beside her. Heād have done this anyway, he told himself as he sat down. If they got to talking? Great. If it somehow made bridging this gap between himself and Carly easier? Fantastic. He conjured the mask of a smirk heād lived in so long it had become second nature and turned it on her, swirling the honey colored contents of his glass.Ā āDo yourself a favor and skip the whiskey.ā


















