elitehuntsman:
If someone were to tell him he was going to meet a teenage girl, one that looked too much like Kizzy, in a bar and want to get to know her, he would tell them they’re insane. Lay off the drink, keep your prophecies to yourself, et cetera. His questions keep swirling in his mind as he nods to catch up with her, “I am, your moves have a flair that reminds me of someone I know.”
Noah glances at the girl as they walk, noting similarities between her and Kizzy. Maybe it’s been too long since he’s seen Kizzy and everyone is starting to look the same. He figures it’s still worth getting to know the girl, so he smiles, “Yeah? Well it’s on me.”
Someone I know. She’s tempted to ask who, but she knows showing interest might give her away. Instead she ignores that comment, chuckling when he offers to buy. If only he knew how much money she had in her bra. He might’ve gotten himself killed, but he did leave quite the inheritance for them to live off of. “That’s sweet of you,” she says dryly, sounding all too much like her mother without meaning to.
When they reach the deli, she crosses her arms and waits for him to open the door. “Well? I thought you were a gentleman.” She gestures at it with her chin, a playful glint in her eyes letting him know she wasn’t the least bit serious. It’s startling, seeing her dad like this. Last time they were this close, she could barely reach past his knees. Her Papa, with his arms like tree trunks and a kiss that left her face with beard burn. He was everything, and standing in front of him now she still felt so small.

















