Scorpius smoothed down the summer dress he'd borrowed from his mother for the umpteenth time before he walked into the pub. He hadn't wanted to see Hugo when they were both girls, but since it was the fifth day and there was no sign of the problem going away, he decided it had to happen sooner or later.
With that face and hair, Hugo stood out like an orange in a basket of grapes. Scorpius knew it was him. Her. His.. Hugo.
"Hey pretty woman," Scorpius smirked as he slid into the seat across from Hugo. "Are you sure you don't get enough of this place?"