millie.
hearing the voice beside her millie turns her head and gives the blonde male a small smile as she does. “fancy seeing me here indeed.” the girl laughs softly as she gently stirs her martini, a true girl at heart, before flickering her gaze back to his. “of course not please…” millie answers him, leaning in a little so her own soft words can be spoken. “if i didn’t know you better storm i would say you were following me.” she jokes gently. “drink?”
peculiar gaze locks on her as he remains observant --- not exactly INSINUATING anything, just watchful; curious. ❛ it’s lovely to see you again, millie. ❜ her name rolls off his tongue before he’s nodding his head in thanks, pulling out a chair & carefully folding himself onto the cushion. ❛ well, if i didn’t know YOU better i would say you want me to follow you. ❜ a small chuckle followed by a tiny grin, head tipping to one side as his body turns towards her. ❛ i’d love one. ❜











