SILVER EYES (GXG)

Chapter 52: Feels Like Home

Beverly chatted with that woman as if they had known each other forever. She had gathered her red curls into two cute buns and put on a new t-shirt. If I hadn't been paying close attention, she could have easily gone unnoticed, totally blending into the environment. She laughed, drank, and seemed to be having a great time. Yet, it was the woman by her side who appeared to be having the best time of all. Her sparkling eyes never left Beverly.

Heather glanced at me, a half-smile playing on her lips. She blinked twice as if trying to process what she was seeing.

"Okay... This was... unexpected." Heather said.

"Yep." That was all I could manage.

Although, now thinking about it, and knowing Bev's personality, it wasn't that surprising. Just maybe, not the best timing.

"Now I feel stupid for worrying about her." Heather said, watching Bev gently tuck a strand of the woman's hair behind her ear.

"Yep." I repeated. "In the end, she seems to be the smartest of us all."

The light of the pub made Bev look more lively and energetic, with no trace of the weak and hurt person she had been days ago.

"Should we... like... say something to her?" Heather asked, watching as Beverly whispered in the woman's ear, making her giggle.

"I think we'd be interrupting something."

"Yeah, but I mean... we are on a mission." Heather said.

"True. But we came to see if she was alright, and here's our answer. She's better than alright."

The waitress at the counter noticed us lingering at the entrance. "Hey, you two at the door! How about a drink? Come on in and free up the way!" She called out.

We found an empty table in a corner and sat down, trying not to stand out too much.

"Maybe we can just stay here and make sure she doesn't get into any trouble." Heather suggested.

"Is that your way of asking me out?" I replied with a grin, cupping my face with my hands, my elbows anchored on the table.

Heather's eyes darted to me, an eyebrow-raising. "Of course." She said sarcastically. "Actually, it was all planned. I asked Beverly to disappear so we could end up here."

"That's what I thought," I said, smiling in satisfaction. "Although, you really didn't need to effort that much to get me to have a drink with you. Just ask me while wearing that killer military jacket of yours, and I'd say yes in a heartbeat." The way I was stretching that joke was amusing me, although I have to admit there was some truth in there.

Heather blinked nervously but soon regained her composure. She wasn't going to loosen up so easily.

"If you liked that jacket so much, you should have taken it." She said.

"It's not the jacket that I wanted." I replied with a wink.

Heather blushed, and I immediately felt my cheeks heat up too. What the hell was happening? I hadn't even had a drink yet, and here I was flirting with her like we were back at the Narval House. Was it the smell of alcohol? The laughter of people around us? Or maybe it was just her hair, looking incredibly gorgeous, like something out of this world. Oh God, I had missed those wavy strands. Calm down, Grace, for God's sake.

The waitress approached us right on time. "Hello, you lovely couple."

"We are not a couple." Heather said, still with a pink hue on her cheeks.

The waitress frowned. "Oh, sorry, I meant that you are two... not that..."

I couldn't help to chuckle softly.