nerissas:
“What? No, I don’t care about movie stars, he’s a singer” she says, waving her hand dismissively. She wasn’t shocked that she didn’t know who he was, but she tended to forget that not everyone would know who she was talking about. “Just know he has beautiful eyes, a great voice, and a jaw that could probably cut glass. Truly my favorite kind of man,” she sighs, motioning for the bartender. “I’m getting more shots, do you want something?”
“ah, a singer,” munro nodded, downing the rest of her drink. she wasn’t surprised that she didn’t know who the other girl was talking about. “sounds dreamy,” she said with a laugh, trying to great the imaging in her head, but imagining just about any male singer possible. “um, yeah. i’m down. surprise me.”






