Peter Pan & Savannah Levine
Savannah laughed even harder at his greeting. "Fucking fancy meeting you here indeed," the witch commented as Pan flopped into the seat across from her. She relaxed a bit, not realizing she'd felt nervous until right now.
The brunette would argue she'd kissed his jaw and not his mouth, although somehow that felt more intimate and she didn't want to think about that too hard. Instead, she grinned. "We have chatted about a few things," she teased. This did not seem like the place for deep, dark secrets, but maybe in the future. "How was your flight here?" Which made his trip from the house to the event sound like some kind of weird vacation.