When Leo had first decided to venture out for a drink, possibly something to eat, he hadnāt expected much out of the evening. He assumed he would sit in silence, maybe scroll through his phone, perhaps read the book he had carried with him, and ignore the glances cast his way as people wondered why he would come out aloneā¦ to read. He was simply going to unwind, things were finally settled at home, everything was in order now that heād taken care of all the lingering family affairs, heād even managed to get himself hired in a new position. So, for now? Relaxation was in order, and he simply didnāt feel like sitting in his penthouse suite, staring at the city lights out of the floor-to-ceiling walls, all after heād slaved away to make a dinner only for himself. No, today seemed like as good a day as any for a small celebration, albeit alone.
As Leo sat at his table, waiting on his drink order to arrive, he had only just begun reading when all the commotion started up. Lifting his gaze, though not so blatantly as to be rude, he watched as one man seemingly lectured at another. The first thing that struck Leo was that this was quite clearly the end of a relationship. People simply didnāt embarrass someone they loved to this degree in public, if it werenāt the end. The second thing, his eyes were immediately drawn to the man receiving the massive scolding. Dark hair, and what seemed might be light eyes, although he was too far to verify, the lines and definition of his face were stunning even from where Leo sat. The third thing, this man did not seem to make a fight of it, at all, no fight to repair or maintain this relationship in the least.
Well, if one was not fighting, then there was nothing left to fight for. That relationship was most certainly done. By the time that the very upset man, who had been causing quite the scene, had left Leo was surprised to find that he had closed his book without even realizing it. His hands had folded on top of said book, and heād been watching the couple intently. It was in that moment that Leoās drink arrived, and with a polite āthank you,ā his gaze returned to the slighted stranger. The man was now seated, reaching for his water, and then his hand went up to the tie he wore, loosening it, and before he knew what he was doing Leo was up from his table, book tucked under his arm and drink in hand, closing the distance between them.
Stopping just next to the table, Leo cleared his throat gently, by way of capturing the maleās attention as he set his drink down on the table, and slid it forward towards the man. āExcuse me, I donāt mean to be rude, but I have a feeling that you might want this drink more than I do,ā Leo explained with a tip of his head at the glass heād set forward. Ah, blue eyes, indeed. Leo confirmed internally. And my God were they the most striking blue. If Leo werenāt on a mission in that moment, he might have stumbled over his words for the briefest moment, but he did not. āItās whiskey, so, I donāt know if you drink that, or notā¦ā He gave a slight shrug of his shoulder. āI promise itās only just come to my table, but itās yours if you want it. Although Iād drink it soon.. whiskey on the rocks only tastes good for so long before the water due to melted ice ruins the taste. My nameās Leo, by the way.ā
Crisitian hadnāt even realized he was being addressed until he noticed the figure looming over his, gaze darting down to the gentlemanās slacks beside him before slowly returning to the table before him. Great.Ā Now heād not only attracted an audience, but someone who pitied him enough to approach. He almost wanted to laugh at how horrible he felt. He glanced up briefly before his gaze looked down at the glass being offered. It flickered back up in mild confusion and embarrassment, surprised by the drink. A few kind words he expected, but not a drink.Ā
Half of Cristian wanted to reject the drink that was quite obviously not originally intended for him, but a much larger voice in his head simply said fuck it. He reachedĀ for the glass with sudden interest, throwing it back far faster than he would typically drink anyĀ drink. The pale brunette rarely indulged heavily, and tended to stick to wine. A sharp contrast from that, the whiskey burned, leading Cristian to cough for a moment like an inexperienced youth as he forced himself to keep it down.Ā āOh- God...ā A pause as he felt utterly embarrassed yet again by his action and desire for anything that might quickly numb his soured mood. āPlease just scrape that from your memory. I donāt think I can handle any more mortification right now,ā he responded weakly, glancing at the near empty glass a moment before looking back up at the stranger rather bashfully.Ā
