closed starter for nikolai (@nikweiss) ──── ⋆☾･ﾟ
The minute he walked in, Bowie’s body sank deeper into the barstool with the hope it would shield her from recognition. How long had it been? Months? Years? He cut his hair since then, but otherwise seemed to be the same image that would haunt her dreams on occasion. A first love never really went away; the kick drum just got softer until it was nothing more than a triangle. She’s gotten by this long without having run into him, but a reunion was inevitable — she couldn’t hide forever. Without intention, Bowie had already caught his attention, and there would be no turning back. She scooted up to settle back into the seat as if moments earlier she wasn’t hoping it absorbed her entirely. “They still let you in this place?” The brunette broke the thin ice between them. Bowie’s eyes searched for anything else to settle on besides the abyss she’d stumble back into looking upon his. “I would’ve thought you were banned by now.”