Re: At the bar
The bump against his hip radiated a warm heat that spiked his attention like a fish hook. He watched her laugh, admired it. Even if he would never know what it sounded like, the sight of it was a windchime shivering in his heart. He could fucking feel it, swear to God.
Another deep swig of his beer, tucking a bit of floating lime flesh into the net of his cheek for a savoring chew, Lukas took the pen from her. But his fingers avoided even the slightest brush with her's.
Writing briefly, he drew back to slide the notepad across the bar to his compatriot.