[ people from all sorts of places, all sorts of worlds, get tossed in this town, so the chances of coincidences should be little. yet, as soon as he hears the name “waverly”, somehow he’s sure that she’s the very one and only. it isn’t even a common name to start, but somehow the rise of the name does light up a few flares — they don’t look exactly alike, but there’s an air about them that now seem more obvious: the talkative nature, the eccentricness, the teasing sarcasm.
shit.
as she plops the fry in her mouth, he doesn’t immediately respond, eyes focused with a knit of his brow as he simply stares at her with a studious gaze.
he’s quiet for a few beats before he finally mutters, as if having just solved a riddle, ] Waverly Earp. That’s you, isn’t it?
no subject
shit.
as she plops the fry in her mouth, he doesn’t immediately respond, eyes focused with a knit of his brow as he simply stares at her with a studious gaze.
he’s quiet for a few beats before he finally mutters, as if having just solved a riddle, ] Waverly Earp. That’s you, isn’t it?