Even If

He was drunk.

The dark streets looked blurred as he stumbled along, pulling his wool coat closer to his chest. His attempts were feeble, since he couldn't feel too well in the first place. The rain had soaked through his jacket, leaving a chill that he couldn't seem to shake. He didn't mind it too much - a chill was better than feeling the loss of her.

She was an interesting character. Gabriel always thought so anyhow, Carter being the first girl who told him to fuck himself. He wasn't trying to be rude- he tried to be polite to strangers- so it the two meeting was just a big misunderstanding. Gabriel was however trying to make the point that the birthday cake Oreo cookies were on sale. A two for one deal was better, and since she was buying cookies in the first place he had made the assumption she would want more for her dollar.

It was a simple off hand comment that infuriated the woman.

She didn't want them; she wanted the original ones. He may or may not have made the mistake of saying she looked like someone who would want more. He was stunned from the harsh rejection he received, but nevertheless ran out of the store after her.

"I'll eat them with you!" Gabriel yelled, chasing after her, waving a milk carton in the air. He was quick to jump back though, a huge truck leaning on the horn. Patting the hood lightly, he mumbled an apology, venturing further into the parking lot.

"Wait." He panted, placing a hand on the door, in hopes of stopping her departure. He felt obligated to- she wasn't your everyday specimen.

He was intrigued by her.

Gabriel found it fascinating how dark her hair really was- it was a black, inky mess that did the job of intriguing him.

"Just- just wait a second- um- I'm not too athletic- hold on." He continued to breathe heavy, hands on his knees, leaning his head down. It was a bit awkward with a half-gallon of milk and a filled grocery bag, but he managed. He really, really hoped he wouldn't have to pull out the inhaler right here- right now, from the 20 feet sprint. That would be quite the embarrassment. She didn't mind waiting however, a hard look still stuck on her face.

He see it himself - but her lips had a small smile tucked within them.

"Truce." He sighed, finally straightening out, his lanky figure stretching two head over her own. She wasn't intimidated to say the least, rather amused by this large teddy bear with such obnoxious glasses.

She shook her head playfully, leaning back against the hot car. He seemed fun to tease- the blush was already coming on.

"If you're going to be eating my Oreos on my birthday then you have to have something to offer me." She smirked, sassily batting her blue eyes.

Panicking, he looked down to his groceries, searching desperately for something to offer her.

"I- I have this carton of milk." He mumbled, holding it out. He had never felt so nervous in his life. His head felt warm, his hands were shaking and it didn't go unnoticed.

Slowly, yet taken as a surprise, she snatched the carton, quickly hopping into the vehicle. She placed the milk on the passengers side, buckling her seatbelt, without a word.

He was mortified to be used so publicly but he was so stunned he couldn't find it in him to say something. The loss of the milk was one last thing to carry onto the bus anyhow...

"You coming or what?"

Oh- was he fast to get in that beat up old car.

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