[ @memoriesofkrypton ] [ backdated: saturday, approx. 7:00 pm. ]
Anton knew he probably shouldn’t have asked Kara to the gala, but she had been on his mind as of late. After the incident at the ball, and her helping him with bandaging his stab wound, things had been surprisingly okay. He almost expected things to be awkward after the kiss they shared, but he was, in a way, happy that it didn’t ruin anything. He still got coffee from her, they still texted, they still saw each other day by day. But, because of her, he didn’t know what he wanted out of life anymore. He had been seeing a therapist to help him cope with his sudden influx of emotions, and sure, that might have been helping, but he couldn’t get Kara out of his head.
So he had to invite her, and even though he saw her on a daily basis, he needed to see her again. After retrieving her address, Anton parked his matte black Lamborghini and stepped out in a matching ensemble of all black suit - his go to. Shooting her a text, he waited patiently with a lit cigarette between his lips and body leaning gently against his car. The hand that hadn’t been periodically removing the cigarette from his mouth held his cell phone, his thumb moving so he could scroll through his email and newsfeed. However, when she had stepped out, looking so much more gorgeous and ethereal than she had with his blood on her hands, he couldn’t help but gape. Unfortunately for him, the cigarette had fallen from his open mouth in a rather comical fashion.
Shoving his cell phone into his inner jacket pocket, Anton couldn’t help but feel flustered. He had no doubt that his face was red from feeling incredibly embarrassed; he knew Kara was beautiful, but what the fuck? No, really, what the fuck? “Hey,” He started, fidgeting, unable to hold a smile without the corners of his mouth quivering slightly. He needed to get a grip, so he cleared his throat and uttered a curt, but breathy chuckle, “You look... Wow.” The last word came out as a sigh and he found himself mentally kicking himself in the ass for becoming nothing more than a puddle of goo in front of her. “Uh, ready to go?”
