I know it, the second he steps into the bar. I notice him the second he walks into the fuckin' bar, even though it's busy and it's loud. It doesn't seem to fucking matter. There's this goddamn tether hooked in under my ribs, and it's like I can feel it tugging at me whenever he's nearby. Which... is fucking terrifying. I don't even know how it happened, but it's there, and all I can do is act natural. All I can do is pretend like I don't notice him, like I can't just feel that something's wrong, before he even opens his goddamn mouth.
It's been a decent few days, uneventful but relatively okay, but every single fucking day, I've thought of him. I can't fucking stop myself.
My own lips twitch into an answering smile, and I pull down a glass, grabbing a bottle of something decent and pouring him a measure.
"How was Texas?" I ask casually, sliding the glass over to him and moving over to take the handful of bills the guy next to him just slid over toward me.
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I know it, the second he steps into the bar. I notice him the second he walks into the fuckin' bar, even though it's busy and it's loud. It doesn't seem to fucking matter. There's this goddamn tether hooked in under my ribs, and it's like I can feel it tugging at me whenever he's nearby. Which... is fucking terrifying. I don't even know how it happened, but it's there, and all I can do is act natural. All I can do is pretend like I don't notice him, like I can't just feel that something's wrong, before he even opens his goddamn mouth.
It's been a decent few days, uneventful but relatively okay, but every single fucking day, I've thought of him. I can't fucking stop myself.
My own lips twitch into an answering smile, and I pull down a glass, grabbing a bottle of something decent and pouring him a measure.
"How was Texas?" I ask casually, sliding the glass over to him and moving over to take the handful of bills the guy next to him just slid over toward me.