We're going to one of Noah's favorite bars, a comfortable place fifteen minutes away from my house, and he appears to be very familiar with it. When we enter, he exclaims, "Matilda!" and wraps a petite old woman in a staggering hug.
"Noah, darling, how are you?" she asks, cupping his cheeks in her thin-skinned hands. "I haven't seen you in so long! Where is that sister of yours? Lo!"
I slide onto a bar stool and order a glass of white wine as Noah sidles up to me and props his elbows up on the bar. His eyes flit to mine, and a single dark eyebrow raises as he surveys me.
"So. How are you on this fine evening, Stephanie?"
"Oh, I'm fantastic," I reply, sipping my wine and flashing a smile. "Et toi?"
"Stop trying to seduce me with your French," he scolds fake-irritably with a terrible wink.
"I would never," I say, only distantly aware that we're totally flirting.
He grins and tries the rum I wasn't aware he ordered. "Of course not."
a/n: ugh my writing is preposterous. anywho, alec is so hot, i don't know what to do. (these two topics clearly relate to each other, ya know.) (alec's hotness is affecting my writing because i can't focus on anything but his cute little face in every single scene he's in.) so.
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Short Storyin which a victim of rape recovers, with the help of a snarky pair of siblings//spinoff of Warmth//#335 in short story (well, it USED to be; i'm not bitter, don't worry) (jk, super bitter) TRIGGER WARNING FOR RAPE, please don't read this if it's gon...
