Re: Liam and George
Liam felt a flesh rush to his cheeks and turned his gaze towards the side for a moment, trying not to smile at the fact that he was caught. Oh well, it happened to the best of people. “I-“ Screw the excuses, just be honest, he coached himself. “Sorry. You just look really nice.” And it has been awhile since I’ve seen such nice breasts. Of course, something that would remained buried in his mind since he didn’t want to be punched in the face.
“You’re right,” he agreed. “It does get bloody tiring to always be looking over your shoulder and wondering when a runner just might bite at you. Just ran into a leaper the other day and Christ, those things are scary as all hell.” They looked like drunken and disfigured fools, jumping around like they had snorted too much cocaine. It was amusing until the part where one could get bitten. Last thing Liam wanted was to be reminded just how much a zombie bite hurt.
“George is an interesting name for a girl, by the way.” He took another bite from his food before he set it down at a table nearby. “Anyone special bringing you here today or are you with friends and family?” He honestly wasn’t trying to come across like he was hitting on her, though he was sure it came off that way.