Oliver brought his wine glass to his lips, eyes casually going over the crowd, trusting his instincts to warn him if there was something wrong, something worth his attention. But the glass stopped halfway to his lips, and his gaze followed the figure in dark red. There was something about the stranger hidden under that hood; the way she held herself, and walked. Something that held his attention.
He followed, his glass forgotten in his hand, but lost her in the crowd, looking everywhere for the flash of carmine that might betray her.
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Re: OTA
Date: 2015-10-30 01:57 pm (UTC)He followed, his glass forgotten in his hand, but lost her in the crowd, looking everywhere for the flash of carmine that might betray her.