from : aŭdakieja / to : @niekonepadarysi
The bar was a commotion of clinking glasses and raised voices, a ringing mess that Aŭdakieja navigated with a downward, focused gaze. She sat at the far edge of the booth, her fingers wrapped around a glass of plain mineral water, watching the bubbles rise with more interest than the conversations around her.
Before long, Aŭdakieja felt his prescence before she saw him; a familiar weight in the air she tried to ignore. When she saw Arūnas finally slide into a space near her, she didn't turn her head. She didn't blink. Aŭdakieja kept her profile still, her eyes fixated on a point on the wall.
"I should have stayed home," she muttered into her glass as she took a sip of her drink. She finally shifted her glaze, letting it slide past him with a neutrality that suggest (re: pretended) that she didn't know him.
"Hey-" she started off, "you're blocking the light."