Re: At the bar
Cassie’s smile widened just a bit when she saw him get them another round. Maybe they didn’t need this game at all. Maybe he was a better mind reader than she thought.
He reached for her hand and she raised an eyebrow, her fingertips cool from holding her glass, warming for a moment as they brushed across his skin. She was acutely aware of him now, concentrating on the patterns he was drawing atop her palm. As soon as she felt the L she knew what he was doing and she unconsciously stepped closer, like that would help her concentrate on what he was doing. Lukas. Wasn’t that someone who lived—
His fingers stilled and he was staring at her and while her thoughts faltered, her grin didn’t. Delicate fingers curled around his hand to turn his over, palm facing her. While her warm hand held his, her other set her glass back on the bar. Cold fingertips slid across his, curved letters in contrast to the long lines he drew on her own hand. C. A. S. S. I. E. Just as she finished she heard the sound of a glass and a bottle being plopped down beside them.
Nice to meet you. She mouthed softly, words carefully curled with her lips, not bothering to actually make the sound anymore. And then she let him have his hand once more as she reached for her old drink. Just a little bit left and then she’d start on the new one.