Re: Bar: Cat/Matt
It was a lucky thing that she moved so fast, sliding out of his reach even as he stretched for her. There was no question that things would have progressed into a full-on brawl if she hadn't escaped that reflexive move, and when she spoke English, that clear Get out cut straight through. Whatever was behind his eyes turned on again, clean and quick as a light switch.
His ears were pitched high, and the room was too loud. He hardly heard what she said, busy knowing what he'd done, almost done, intended to do.
He dropped down from the barstool, leaving the glasses and the woman sitting beside him. Then he slipped out the exit, without a word of goodbye.