It’s a weird feeling, almost fleeting as it is, to be happy at her company. Walking so casually and enjoying the most mediocre activity there is. But he’s happy. A smile tugs its way unto the corners of his lips, but it quickly fades away. He’s never been good with showing the slightest amount of affection.
But then, he couldn’t helping thinking about that night, where she has tossed and turned. To have her lips weave the most sincere confession he can get.
But he pushes himself to think that she doesn’t. Because he doesn’t deserve affection so pure that it gets mixed into the darkness that has engulfed his very existence. “You and beer? I don’t think so” he says, a look of disgust surfacing unto his cold features. Being her hit wizard partner for years may or may not have given him his fair share of knowing her (and her deepest, darkest, secret towards alcohol).
“Don’t worry, I won’t” he says, taking his hand out for her to take, eyes trailing away as if it’s a casual thing to do. “I promised to stick around, remember?” he says before faking a sigh. “Poor me”
“me and beer are best friends, what do you know?“ she said with a huff, obviously being sarcastic. she liked alcohol, that wasn’t a lie and she wouldn’t lie about it. yong was more than aware of it. however, it made her wonder, how many times had he actually seen her drunk out of her mind? maybe enough for a life time.
ana’s eyes landed on his hand, brows ever so gently raising in as he gaze shifted to the male’s face, only to see him look away. she felt the slightest beating of her heart in her ears and debates for the shortest second possible. her hand reached for him, a bit unsure of what exactly to do - was she supposed to lace their finger? was she supposed to swing their arms together? what was expected of her?
unconsciously, as she was listening to yong, her fingers squeezed his hand ever so slightly, as if she was scared he would suddenly disappear. like every time, every time she got too close. but she listened to him, a smile tugging on her lips and she felt somewhat shy about this. anastasia was nervously chewing on the straw as she nodded her head.
“wanna promise again? gotta refresh my memory a bit.“ she teased, looking up at her co-worker with a cheeky smile, before finding herself laughing at his last comment.
“poor you indeed, poor you.“ the witch said, eyes drifting away as she quickly tugging him in order to cross the street before the light went red. they needed to eventually get to the restaurant.
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