Was that flirting? Or was that him just being an ass?
Sergeant Grumpy :(
lol
Heath
You know what LOL is
Sergeant Grumpy :(
I don’t live in a cave.
Heath
You use punctuation in your texts old man
Sergeant Grumpy :(
my bad
Heath
Oh my god okay come have a drink with me
My breath caught in my chest. This was it. Make or break. Creek would either send me another lol and tell me to get fucked,or he’d say yes.Orhe’d be all awkward about it as he tried to get out of it.
Sergeant Grumpy :(
When and where?
I panicked again, then sent him the address to Zayd’s bar and told him an hour, which was maybe possibly doable depending on where he lived because traffic was pretty shit until after seven. But he just sent back a little smiley face and said he’d see me there.
So.
He’d see me there.
Oh my god. He’d see me there.
I was on my second tonic water when I heard the sound of crutches approaching my table. I’d managed to snag a booth and had fought back the urge to drink until I couldn’t see straight because the last thing I needed was lowered inhibitions.
But I also didn’t know how I was going to do this sober.
Twisting in my seat, I saw Creek hovering a few feet away from me, his prosthesis on, but he was leaning heavily on his crutches since he wasn’t fully weight-bearing yet. I remembered that feeling. That stage hadn’t lasted as long for me, but I also hadn’t been blown up.
Literally.
I could only imagine what he was going through, and the fact that he was standing in front of me almost felt like a miracle. One wrong move and I might have gone the rest of my life not ever knowing him.
A few weeks ago, I might not have cared, but now, the thought was gutting.
“You okay?”
I realized I’d been staring for way too long and blushed, hoping the dim bar lighting hid the pink in my cheeks. “Yeah. Just wondering if you needed a written invitation.”
He lifted a brow at me, but he didn’t rise to the bait, which was…odd. He set his crutches to the side, then slid opposite me and bit his lip as he stared at the glass between my hands. “Gin and tonic?”
“Top shelf,” I said. “But hold the gin.”
