Pierce
He knows he isn’t alone the first second she steps out into the clearing above the water, though he doesn’t immediately acknowledge her presence. Instead, Pierce finishes up the last bite of food, licks his fingers clean, keeps his eyes trained on the horizon and the sounds of people rushing by to constantly fix things paired with the cry of passing gulls. The dull roar of the ocean’s roaring waves can even be heard here, though it’s nothing compared to the baritone of his voice when he does acknowledge the stranger, eyes still fixated on the horizon.
”There’s nothing quite like having dinner with a view, wouldn’t you agree?” Pierce asks, shifting ever so slightly in the seat, head tilting toward her after a few heartbeats of a second to take her in. A smaller frame, a hood concealing much of her appearance aside from the dark curls that poke out from the fabric. There’s an air of mystique alongside unbridled confidence that immediately captures the man’s attention.
He says nothing more, however, beyond awaiting her response as he boldly looks her over.
”There’s nothing quite like having dinner with a view, wouldn’t you agree?” Pierce asks, shifting ever so slightly in the seat, head tilting toward her after a few heartbeats of a second to take her in. A smaller frame, a hood concealing much of her appearance aside from the dark curls that poke out from the fabric. There’s an air of mystique alongside unbridled confidence that immediately captures the man’s attention.
He says nothing more, however, beyond awaiting her response as he boldly looks her over.
