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He hadn't' seen her in months, but he'd behaved himself, giving her space. That's all she asked for, after all. Time and space. She wanted to learn more about the magic inside her, more about how to keep the darkness from taking over. He went on about his life, or lack there of, and tried not to think about her too much, but she was never far from his thoughts. Would he ever hear from her again? He was starting to wonder. But that wasn't on his mind tonight. With his shoulders slumped and his hands in his pocket like his usual M.O., he maneuvered through the small crowds on the sidewalk, making his way through the south part of town while he looked for a distraction. Anything would do, really. The last thing he expected was to come across a familiar scent. Sorcha. He knew the minute he crossed the path that it was the witch. Arching a brow, he glanced toward the closest building, a burger joint. He'd never been in there, himself, but he couldn't help but glance through the window. He could see the back of her curly black hair and he could almost imagine her face if he closed his eyes. Instead, he pushed open the door and went to sit at a booth. Watching as she ordered, he waited until she turned around before he let his gaze meet hers head-on. Would she recognize him? Would she even want to talk? |