In what he thought was a perfectly innocent and non-threatening way, Richie watched Eliana. He knew who she was and there was no doubt in his mind that she knew who he was. After all, they had grown up together, run around in the same circles since they were in Gucci diapers with their diamond encrusted pacifiers. He didn’t really know her as well as his other friends but he knew her well enough, at least what social media preferred to report about her. They weren’t B-list celebrities, or even C-list but he knew his surname carried with it some weight. And being someone of somewhat importance, he carried himself with the same thought, shoulders held high and chin defiant and pointed. As she sketched away at the bar, he stood up from his seat and made his way towards her. His movements were charming and sly, easy from years of practice, of walking with the grace his parent’s surname offered him. He slid up beside her and realised that this was his moment. The perfect opportunity to one-up her brother presented itself and he sent her a charming smile. “If I buy you a scotch, does that mean I get a portrait too?” He asked, elbow resting on the bar, his eyes dark and flirty.
Richard Hamilton. That is who he is but Eliana wouldn't give him the satisfaction of her knowing his name, he was far too cocky to her taste, as if everyone would kneel down and kiss his feet, she would rather die than do that. Raising her brow when he spoke, she couldn't help but let out a small laugh, finding it real funny how he seems so sure that she would sketch him in exchange for scotch. "Sorry, I only draw people who with one look, makes me feel things like they're art, you're kinda not in that category," She bluntly told him, though there was no question that he was appealing in the eyes, his kinda arrogant attitude was far from that. Looking at him sternly, to at least make him uncomfortable, she pressed the back of her pencil on his eyebrows, "Your eyebrows are too perfect, that's not how art is supposed to be, it should be the exact opposite," Eliana took a sip of her scotch hoping that her declining him would give him the idea that maybe she wanted to be left alone without some guy creepily hanging out next to her. If he wanted someone to talk to, she was not really the person. For one, she's not up for talking, two, she just spotted her brother and her best friend being adorably nauseating so maybe Richard could leave her alone so she wouldn't puke at him.







