+ KENZIE
After stopping at home, Elliot had gone to the Vaisman's trailer. No one was around. But word traveled fast through Center Hill. It would only be a matter of time before he saw Kenzie. Probably after she finished a session tattooing some random Kanji characters onto an idiot who swore they meant badass or bravery or some bullshit like that. She'd find him working his shift at the bar and have that annoyed look on her face: eyes sharp with judgment, but edged with affection. Brows pulled together in annoyance, maybe a bit of worry. And lips pursed in disapproval so she didn't smile. Fuck. He missed that look. He missed seeing it without a pane of glass separating them.
And, just like he'd expected, it was the look she had walking into the bar as Elliot closed out someone's tab and finished serving another customer. Then he made her usual (whatever Essie says) and meandered over like someone who had all the time in the world. His lip twitched slightly as he put down a flimsy coaster and thin napkin, setting the drink before Kenzie. Elliot pressed his palms to the counter, leaning forward with an unbothered air as he took her in, blue eyes scanning her face like a caress.
A beat passed before he spoke, voice slipping beneath the din of the bar and right to her ear. "Was kinda disappointed you didn't pick me up, Kenz." He canted his head to the side, a small smirk tugging at his face all the while. God, he'd missed her. @dxrkenedheights