enemies to lovers, but you'll never own my heart
He’s quite the closed book - though it isn’t like she knows him well enough to know the differences in his looks. The brief knit of his brows has her wondering if she’s asked too much to start with, so she makes a mental note to keep them relatively simple. One at a time. Luckily for her, though, he’s done his research and answers each question as she’d laid them out. The young attuned nods her head, blonde curls bouncing against her shoulders as she flashes him another sunny smile. “Sounds like a really sweet date.” Especially if he was going through the trouble of researching the best wine for such an occasion.
Humming a note as she considers it and peers down into the cooler they keep the wine, she runs her fingers along the tops of the bottles until she settles on one in particular. “Well, ya definitely did yer research. I think stickin’ with the dry red is a good idea, an’ even your suggestion of a Syrah.” She plucks a bottle from the cooler, lifting it with the label facing Ever. It’s a tan, aged looking label, the edges slightly frayed but legible still, both the edges and text are foiled in gold.
“Maybe this’ll work for ya? It’s more peppery than the other ones I’ve got, so if you’re doin’ cold cuts and don’t want it to be too fruity, should be right up your alley.” Flashing him a bright smile, Caly lets him inspect the bottle. “If ya want it florally ’n earthy, I’d suggest keepin’ it chilled when ya bring it.”
Humming a note as she considers it and peers down into the cooler they keep the wine, she runs her fingers along the tops of the bottles until she settles on one in particular. “Well, ya definitely did yer research. I think stickin’ with the dry red is a good idea, an’ even your suggestion of a Syrah.” She plucks a bottle from the cooler, lifting it with the label facing Ever. It’s a tan, aged looking label, the edges slightly frayed but legible still, both the edges and text are foiled in gold.
“Maybe this’ll work for ya? It’s more peppery than the other ones I’ve got, so if you’re doin’ cold cuts and don’t want it to be too fruity, should be right up your alley.” Flashing him a bright smile, Caly lets him inspect the bottle. “If ya want it florally ’n earthy, I’d suggest keepin’ it chilled when ya bring it.”
Calypso
one-sided, it's pathetic how you think you're being smart
