Elena
He hasn't seen me yet. I snap my head down to focus on the bar. With my hands, I move my hair in a way so it hides my face more. I chug my drink through the straw. I need all the courage I can get with him in my presence – including the liquid kind.
"Hey, slow down with that," Paul interjects my new nervous habit. "That's a strong drink, drink it slowly."
"Did you know?" I seethe into his dark brown irises.
"Did I know what?" he asks, a bit confused. His eyes dart upward above my head then back to meet my insecure boiling ones. Rachel leans a bit over Paul's lap to hear the conversation with a smile on her face.
While I nudge my head towards the door to show them who came in here, there's a deep voice that nearly knocks me off this stool. "I ain't over there anymore, Kitten."
