enemies to lovers, but you'll never own my heart
Minding her own business – for the most part, at least – Caly pretends to be surprised as the captain approaches. Her amber gaze flits over toward the woman before she looks back toward her drink and the glittering colors of all the bottles on the wall behind the bar, though she can see Thalassa in the reflection of the bottles. Leaning forward to sip from her drink, she fully turns to the woman with a playful smirk on her face.
“So what got ‘em all riled up?” She asks, nodding her blonde head back toward the group that she assumes belonged to the woman at her side. But given how fierce the captain looks, Caly assumes her question will be met with nothing more than annoyance from whatever it was they did that required her to get another drink and let them play a round on their own.
“So what got ‘em all riled up?” She asks, nodding her blonde head back toward the group that she assumes belonged to the woman at her side. But given how fierce the captain looks, Caly assumes her question will be met with nothing more than annoyance from whatever it was they did that required her to get another drink and let them play a round on their own.
Calypso
one-sided, it's pathetic how you think you're being smart
