Getting Your Ducks in a Row || Fynn & Morgan
Glancing down as a small object collided with him, Fynn heard an irritated voice and took a moment to process the small brunette in front of him. She reminded him of someone, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on whom. “Excuse me? I haven’t moved in the past five minutes. You should watch where you’re going short stack.” Though slightly irritated by her audacity, he still felt good natured enough to tease the girl. It took more than an accidental collision to set off his temper.
Rolling her eyes at the nickname, Morgan realized her mistake. "Sorry, my head's been all over the place. Guess I just didn't see you there." As her eyes fully registered the man in front of her, Morgan could feel her old, flirty smile return to her face. She would never actually do anything behind Damien's back, even if she wanted to, but that wasn't going to stop her from flirting. It was much too fun a past time for her to drop cold turkey. "Not sure how I missed you, though I can't say I'm sorry to have run into you. I'm Morgan."














