"Evening, Ron Weasley."
"Evening, Himari."
Himari's brows go up as mine do.
Someone's serious today.
He looks rugged and tired, his form slouching and hair bushy.
"Tequila, I need to talk to you."
"How did you find me here, Aaron?"
"I was somewhere around the block, saw you both come in."
He meets my glare with a shrug because we both know he was not 'somewhere around the block'.
This parlour is hidden and the only shops around this part of town are tatoo parlours and run-down barbershops— two places Aaron will never be found.
"Let's ignore the fact that you followed me here from God knows where, and focus on the fact that I don't want to talk to you."
Even though I just wish you would hold me and tell me everything will be okay between us.
Even though I really hope these grow
