@notlikegcds // con’t.
“Ahhh, I see,” Saren nodded, knowing full well the hidden meaning of Armistice’s words. The coquettish smile of the lady in question was all the proof Saren need. She chuckled into her glass before taking another sip of the bourbon - though she nearly choked at Armistice’s suggestion.
Upon closer inspection, Saren thought the woman was rather pretty. And she did consider it - briefly. The lady certainly had a smile that could light up the room and that mischievous wink in her eye left something to be promised. But all Saren did was smile and wave politely when the woman looked her way.
“Not my type,” she said, taking another sip of her drink. “I’m a romantic in a world where romanticism is... inconvenient.”
















