he takes a real sip this time, and tries not to grimace at the taste. the wrongness of the flavor catches him off guard, but he forces it down anyway.
“wow. that's not as great as everyone makes it seem.” he lets out a soft chuckle. “i’m eric, by the way.”
“yeah, that makes sense.” he offered a small, relaxed smile as he slipped one hand into his jeans pocket, keeping his gaze on her. “i just moved to the area, and i guess i’ve been a bit of a ghost until tonight. can't believe i almost missed this.” +
after a few minutes of being trapped in a boring conversation, eric was finally able to escape. he pretended to take a sip of his drink and scanned the rest of the crowd before eventually making his way over to ophelia.
“hi. having a good time?”
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it was rare she attended any kind of parties. but something about the sound of a bonfire , made the witch attend. — she watched the crowd of strangers while holding her drink.