there's this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow
Soren didn't move, didn't blink. He let the silence stretch after her words, the weight of her fury simmering between them like a kettle not yet shrieking. His eyes flicked to her bottle, then back to her face—calm, unreadable, but glinting with something sharp beneath the surface.
“Relax,” he said, voice low, smooth, nudging his empty glass with a knuckle. His smile was slight, maddeningly even. Not quite a challenge. Not quite an apology. The bartender filled his glass and Soren sat back on his seatbones, twisting in his stool to face her as he lazily draped his ankle over his opposite knee. "I just said you weren't that young."
“Relax,” he said, voice low, smooth, nudging his empty glass with a knuckle. His smile was slight, maddeningly even. Not quite a challenge. Not quite an apology. The bartender filled his glass and Soren sat back on his seatbones, twisting in his stool to face her as he lazily draped his ankle over his opposite knee. "I just said you weren't that young."
Soren
and I play it on repeat
