Warehouse 13
Bering and Wells
AU
I'm watching West Side Story, and...yeah...
Myka eyed HG from across the parking lot.
Her near-black hair was tied back in a tight bun. Her tight jeans and vest outfit practically forced Myka to look her body over a few times. Her stance appeared to be relaxed, but Myka knew every muscle in her body was tense. An unopened switchblade hung loosely from her fingers.
The sight of the knife reminded Myka of weight of her own knife in her back pocket.
She forced her attention away from the girl and to the boys who stood a few meters away.
They were attempting to stare each other down while setting the rules. From the expression of the boys on her side of the lot, things were going their way.
"Weapons?" MacPherson questioned.
"Knives, no further," Artie replied.
Her knife suddenly seemed even heavier. She reached back to her pocket, and grabbed it. With the weapon set, the fight could start at any moment.
She looked back at HG, to find her looking back. Even at the distance, she could see the regret in HG's eyes.
They just stared at each other for a few minutes as their leaders talked. Then, HG slowly mouthed 'I love you.' Myka nodded slightly, and the corners of HG's mouth twitched upwards.