F2F || THE FIRST “DATE”
Puck pulled into Kitty’s driveway, Dodge Challenger gearing into park with a purr. Despite the sleek outside of his car, kindly paid for by the Atlanta Hawks, Puck himself looked a bit haggard. Half-hazardly, he had thrown on whatever was on the floor beside his bed, wrinkled flannel and ripped jeans now accenting the lax attitude he held himself with. Watching Kitty walk out of her house was pleasant enough, the blonde being more than hot enough and definitely his type. The fire in her eyes made him want to get down on his knees on the best of days. “Hey there, Kitten.” Puck wiggled his eyebrows in a way that was supposed to be considered flirtatious.













