My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
Maeve waved her hand dismissively, shaking her head, "He takes his job seriously. We're still learning manners." She said with a soft laugh, taking up her drink and sipping from it slowly before she was buying his drink and turning her attention to him fully. Seaglass gaze running over him in an attempt to place where she knew him from. He seemed so familiar. She was sure that she had met him somewhere. Maybe she had only seen him in passing, but she had seen him. She was sure of it.
"What do you do for work? Sorry, you just seem so familiar to me and I can't put my finger on it." Maeve huffed, brows knitting together before she sighed, letting it go in favor of leaning against the bar. Aidon finally slipped from beneath the stranger's seat, small enough that he could still sit in her lap comfortably, that's where he found himself. Orange eyes narrowed at the man who took Locke's seat, watching him closely, clearly not sharing his bonded's willingness to accept him.
"What do you do for work? Sorry, you just seem so familiar to me and I can't put my finger on it." Maeve huffed, brows knitting together before she sighed, letting it go in favor of leaning against the bar. Aidon finally slipped from beneath the stranger's seat, small enough that he could still sit in her lap comfortably, that's where he found himself. Orange eyes narrowed at the man who took Locke's seat, watching him closely, clearly not sharing his bonded's willingness to accept him.
Maeve
