Two Eyes Cenote [ap] A wallflower, mind the thorns

Briar's perception is a little skewed, lmk if his assumptions are too far-fetched

Briar was not a man skilled at conversation, idle or otherwise. And now when he wasn't watching his step, the conversation shifted much like how the curb of a sidewalk meets the road. The change in her tone was perhaps more subtle, but he lurched over the edge just the same.

That was what she gathered?

Indignation began to boil in his core, bubbling to the surface. His nostrils flared as he vented the heat.

What did she even know about him?

He barbed his tongue as he retorted, Actually, that was the one thing I was just waiting to do all night. Immediately after his eyes found the floor and he swiftly turned away from her. Skin prickling wherever her gaze landed upon him.

He was determined not to look into the crowd again. The bodies losing focus as he searched the distant walls for an exit. Surely he'd be asked to leave, anyway.

As the heat melted away, he was left hollow. Rot gnawing away at the pit of his stomach.

The briefest of glances was thrown her way as he murmured,Sorry.