#2
So I'm going to try and alternate between Nora and Patch's POVs… WARNING: Patch may seem OOC. Being completely oblivious to the workings of the male mind, I struggled with this one… hopefully it's not too horrible?
I'll be uploading the other chapters soon (this story's pretty short) before school starts (ughh), it took me FOREVER to figure out how to upload a new chapter... yeah, I'm not too tech-savvy.
Thanks so much for the reviews, they made me insanely happy :D Hope you enjoy this chapter!
Patch's POV
Nora was taking way too long. I had watched her get up and order her latte, and then that guy had started talking to her – at first I'd thought he was just some random guy chatting her up, but realized that if that was the case, Nora wouldn't have stuck around for so long. So they must know each other.
I narrowed my eyes at the guy, but he was too concentrated on Nora to notice. Nora glanced at me briefly, and her large gray eyes stared worriedly into mine before flicking back to the guy. She was leaning against the counter as she waited for her latte, and I couldn't help but appreciate the skirt – the sight of her long legs made me want to grab her and kiss her. I would, if not for the guy she was talking to. She was nodding politely while the guy continued talking enthusiastically. Jerk. He probably thought Nora was interested in him, but it was obvious that Nora was just being polite. Right?
The barista handed Nora her drink, and Nora hesitated for a moment, glancing back at me again. The guy seemed to notice my existence for the first time, and he looked at me. We looked at each other for a few moments – well, glared – until Nora blocked my view, stopping our epic stare-down.
They exchanged a few words, Nora gesturing at me, and then she turned around and started making her way back… and he followed. When Nora's back was turned, he openly glared at me, and I glowered back. If only I was allowed to beat him up without worrying about the archangels…