enemies to lovers, but you'll never own my heart
Looking up the second someone else sweeps in and speaks to her, Caly’s amber gaze focuses on the prim and proper man before her - looking somewhat anxious or nervous, or simply just… Worried that this question won’t go the way he wants it to. It has her hyper aware, straightening up and offering him a dazzling, sunny smile. “I am!” She hums brightly, settling in and giving him her full attention when the question arrives.
“Oooh, a date huh? I can help ya with that, Everest.” Keeping that smile on her face, Caly scans him again before she twists toward the end of the bar, reaching into the box kept nice and cool below, snagging a few notes from the top. “Are ya thinkin’ somethin’ sweet or dry? Somethin’ that’ll stick around for a bit?” She hesitates on the edge where the wine sits, her amber gaze looking up at him curiously, trying to read his face for more answers than he might verbally give.
“Oooh, a date huh? I can help ya with that, Everest.” Keeping that smile on her face, Caly scans him again before she twists toward the end of the bar, reaching into the box kept nice and cool below, snagging a few notes from the top. “Are ya thinkin’ somethin’ sweet or dry? Somethin’ that’ll stick around for a bit?” She hesitates on the edge where the wine sits, her amber gaze looking up at him curiously, trying to read his face for more answers than he might verbally give.
Calypso
one-sided, it's pathetic how you think you're being smart
