Claire | Constantine
He was like a total dreamboat, unbuttoning his shirt like some kind of magazine super stud and Claire was not fluttered but not unbothered either. Because the guys on her block were jerks and John had an accent that made her get dreamy around the edges. But there was a fondness there and Claire kind of had to just go with it, like how she went with not letting Peter out of her sight like at all even for five minutes for some unknown reason.
"It's good," she agreed because it was, it was warm where the air was getting cooler and there wasn't any little kids nearby and she took another drag of his cigarette, kind of inhaling because it wasn't her first time or anything and giving it back. Claire never would have done this back home, but Constantine didn't stare in a way that made her wish the ground would swallow her up but also didn't not look in a way that made her feel like she was invisible.
Being a teenager was so hard.
"Wait- do you have like a girlfriend?" Claire asked him, like she was kind of remembering something she thought that she knew.