So maybe your life is in shambles and you run away to London to get your head straight. Sure, you don't really have a plan but the Universe does, and before you know it, some kid from Kingston has completely turned your world upside and your body i...
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"Y/N!" Before you could respond, Bill shouted from the bar, motioning to the six pints in front of him. You nodded and raced over to grab them. You forgot how distracting flirting could be. It's been a while.
Throughout the evening, you kept an eye on the boys, making sure their glasses were full. That kid seemed to be keeping an eye on you. Or not. You were about due for a new set of contacts. That reminded you. You pulled you phone out and typed, "schedule eye exam" on your calendar. You looked up and he was standing right it front you. You jumped.
"Jesus!"
He chuckled, "Sorry. We're ready to settle up."
You narrowed your eyes, "How long have you been standing there? You're like a ninja. No wait- you're like Batman! Amirite, hmm?"
He laughed, nodding "Yeah, you found me out."
You held your palm out and he looked at it confused.
"Money, Mr. Wayne," you said waving your fingers.
"Right," he mumbled as he fished through his wallet. You watched him closely. He had an amazing head of hair. Like tug-worthy hair. Like, you could imagine that hair tickling your-
"Here," he handed you some cash and you silently prayed for forgiveness for letting your mind go there. He couldn't be more than 20, maybe?
You cleared your throat, "Thanks" and quickly turned around to pour another beer for the fishmonger at the end of the bar. He always reeked but told great stories when he got pissed. You walked the beer down to him, pretending to not notice the kid anymore. Why was he just standing there? It was getting awkward. You put your chin in your hand and leaned on the bar listening intently to the fishmonger's tale of the night his old lady arm wrestled three lads from Bristol and beat all of them in under 2 minutes.
"Whatta woman!" he slurred. You laughed in agreement, glancing up and noticing the boys had left. Well, that was fun while it lasted, you thought.
