At the Beckoned Bar & Grill with @vala-hale
Sam was at the Beckoned Bar & Grill in Murrayville. He was grading his freshman class’ first essay and was drinking beer, but the way the papers were going he’d soon switch to whiskey. There was almost always a learning curve with his freshman. Most of them were fresh high school grads who didn’t usually write more than the 280 word limit on Twitter. He looked up for a split second to give his eyes a break and saw her. Tiny like a fairy with chocolate tresses that gleamed. A blazing hot comet across his, otherwise, uninteresting night sky. Lips and lashes that made other women weep. What would ruin the order he had made of his life. Vala Hale. Or Queen V, as he'd started calling her years ago.
“Hey.” There wasn’t a hint of laughter in his voice, but amusement danced in his eyes. “I didn't know you were back in town.”