andreas & agnes !!
since setting foot back in england , agnes was yet to go back into buckingham . she’d rented a hotel room under a fake name for gathering her things , her life , and maybe a little visit of adrian under the radar . but by tomorrow , she’d be back in the summit , back to clipping her own wings and pretending to be several personas for each and everyone she encountered . now , sat at a bar , she tapped her feet to the rhythm of the band playing at her back , gave the bartender a flashing smirk and sipped her dry martini . clear hues find an all - too familiar figure , her gaze retreats back into herself and she shifts on her seat , halfway hoping he wouldn’t see her ... but majorly , that he’d come close .