WHERE: a bar? probably a bar. WHO: @kat-beckett & nate.
It hadn’t been part of some evil master plan. In fact, it hadn’t been a plan at all until, roughly, ten seconds ago.
The first time he’d noticed her, it’d simply been because, well, he wasn’t blind. It was only in the moments following his appreciative gaze that he realized he’d seen her before. With Carly. He hadn’t been there for her that night, hadn’t been prepared to face that particular demon, so he’d left before reality could ruin his buzz. But he had noticed. Because, again, he wasn’t fucking blind.
Hazel eyes tracked her as she took a seat. Okay, it was a little less of a plan, and a little more of a self-serving excuse, but there was no harm in it, right? Nefarious intentions didn’t have him gripping his half-empty glass and heading for the unoccupied seat beside her. He’d have done this anyway, he told himself as he sat down. If they got to talking? Great. If it somehow made bridging this gap between himself and Carly easier? Fantastic. He conjured the mask of a smirk he’d lived in so long it had become second nature and turned it on her, swirling the honey colored contents of his glass. “Do yourself a favor and skip the whiskey.”















