Justin walked over with a beer also in his hand, and sat down on the stool next to Hannah. Finally, he was starting to come down from; however high he managed to get himself; probably something like cloud 12, whenever he was around Hannah. He always did hate losing his cool around girls. Mainly, because it never really happened. At least not for Justin.
He didn’t like all this talk about moving though, even if he had been the one to bring it up. It was mainly because, Justin knew, Anton wasn’t going to wait forever to ask Hannah to marry him and move away to Romanian, permanently. Things just went like that for most europeans. They were both out of school; well not technically for Hannah, but still, and that was probably the most common time that kind of thing happened. Justin took a sip from his beer, closed his eyes and imagined all the suitcases she probably had packed, ready to be shrunk down for travel convenience upstairs right now, and how it was probably the time to accept this was her future. Even if he did want to be four years old about it, and throw some sort of hissy fit. Justin, just needed to breathe and remember his zen. He really needed to organize a catch up with his a cappella group soon.
Anton was still a major cheekdick in his opinion, though, fake-moving on or not.
Justin, knocked their beer glasses together. “Well here is to a good new years then.” Justin turned and placed a quick kiss to her cheek, even if he did linger for a second or two longer than he should have, it still could have passed off as platonic. “Those scones have to be ready by now, right?” He stood up, and finished his beer off. Last time he'd had beer, he ended up with a yeast infection. Hopefully he would have better luck this time around.