It was a long time ago, back when he’d just moved to California for college. I went into his room and snooped and well, snitched a couple of his t-shirts that he’d left behind.
Anyway, the point is that he likes gray.
And that he’s taken to wearing a baseball cap ever since he went pro, so as to have a bit of privacy in these parts where they worship soccer more than any other sport, and hence him.
So I know that baseball cap.
I know.
The bar is super crowded though, jam-packed with bodies and saturated with the smell of liquor and foggy smoke. So it’s not as if I can see very clearly.
But my witchy heart tells me that it’s him.
Even though it’s impossible that it could be him.
Because he should be at home, with Sarah. I’m assuming she’s back too since Arrow is here.
Sarah is always where Arrow is; they’re inseparable.
Besides, bars are not his scene anyway. Anything that interferes with his practice and training is a definite no-no. Which means he very rarely drinks and never stays out partying.
But I have to see.
I have to confirm.
Callie is introducing us all to her friend who let us in, Will the bartender, but I murmur a distracted excuse and leave them. I’ll explain everything later. Like, in five minutes when I’m back after confirming that it’s really not him.
And then, I’m standing there.
I’m standing at a place – in the middle of the bar – where I have a clear view of the baseball cap and the one who’s wearing it.
He’s tucked away in a corner, the owner of the cap, partially hidden behind a bricked pillar.
Although tucked away is a misleading description.
He’s too big and tall to be tucked away anywhere, much less in a makeshift corner of a bar.
In reality, he’s bursting out of there, that nook, his shoulders specifically.
Hisshoulders.
My heart leaps at the sight of those shoulders. They are broad but not overly massive. They’re sleek, and even through the layers of clothes they appear sculpted and muscular.
Likehis.
But that’s not the thing that gets me, no.
Not the shoulders that could only belong to him or the baseball cap that hides the good view of his face, it’s the layers of clothing that he has on.
One layer specifically.
A vintage leather jacket.
It’s black. Well, it’s so old now that it’s weathered and gray.
Iloveit.
I love how dashing it makes him look. How handsome. I love the vibe it gives off, dangerous and daredevil-ish.
