JACK
Raising his eyebrows, a smirk still curling at his lips, the captain grabbed the bottle from the air as it lifted up, if only so he could refill Eloise's glass himself. He rose to his feet and held it out to her, as if in silent reminder that not asking or saying anything before acting was precisely her problem, in his opinion.
"Yeah? You reckon that's what goes through their heads?" he said, quietly enjoying her vitriol and the shade thrown his way, only because he knew he could rest on the laurels of his own experiences. "Maybe you're just starved of attention, love," he retorted with a shrug.
"Yeah? You reckon that's what goes through their heads?" he said, quietly enjoying her vitriol and the shade thrown his way, only because he knew he could rest on the laurels of his own experiences. "Maybe you're just starved of attention, love," he retorted with a shrug.
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
