Author's Note: Harley appears in this chapter. Just a little head's up for my earlier warning!
The Yacht Club
(I would rather go swimming with great white sharks than wade in romance)
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His mind wasn't working right. No, he could tell it wasn't.
They sat at a table at some café he couldn't even pronounce the name of - god dammit, why did he agree to this again? - trying to catch up. May talked about what she had been doing during their time apart, and Drew tried to look like he was listening without trying to stare too much.
This was so much harder than he thought it would be.
How was he going to concentrate on the contest today? How was he -
He stopped thinking and stared at her face, waiting for him to say something.
Drew sighed, and began to think about what to tell her. He supposed that maybe he should just stop worrying about his thoughts and go with the flow. He turned off his mind and began talking about what he did during his earlier travels of this region.
While he was talking, he thought he heard a maniacal giggle in the background, but he ignored it and continued to catch up with his old friend… while blushing, just a bit.
Hey! She's a pretty girl!
His mind turned itself back on and he could see this conversation going dead and awkward because of his constant battles with his stupid brain.
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Meanwhile…
"Okay, what are you doing now?"
"Sh!" the man pressed one finger to his mouth in a quieting motion, "I'm trying to listen to their conversation!"
The bush was a suitable spot to do so, apparently.
"This could be considered stalking on so many different levels."
She was only trying to check if he cared or not. But no, he did not care. Not at all.