Re: quick: carver & destiny in the kitchen
[Carver didn't look reckless, but he didn't shy away from danger. Even now, when he should have gone back to the church and repented for his mistakes, he was here with his cursed friend and this woman. He actually felt more comfortable here, as if God Himself couldn't see him. Shelter from the Holy Spirit's bright gaze. Here, he could speculate what part of Romania her family was from and not have to worry about reporting it back to the Church.
He chuckled without smiling when she gave her cheers. Amused, though perhaps incapable of being anything more than that.] I was born here. [He said gravely and looked at her like he was trying to remember her face.] Left before you showed, perhaps. My father took us to the Capital where I went to school and met Michael. We had a group of friends that regularly got in trouble. Did he tell you about that?
[Carver figured Michael stuttered and talked himself into circles so much he never revealed much about his past. Maybe that was smart if one was trying to be evasive. Carver was not. Carver was too emotionally stunted these days to care. He was also earning a good buzz from the sweet booze she had offered him.] This is good, by the way. [Carver murmured from behind his glass.]