"You know, my mother thinks there's a woman in my life, and that's why I've been gone."
You stand behind the bar, minding your own business, when Oswald has to come bother you as usual. He's made a habit of it, really. Although you're beginning to get used to the banter between you two. You continue drying glasses, answering without looking away from your job. "And is there?"
"Ha! Why are you asking?"
You shrug. "It's what you're supposed to say when something like that is said. It's polite."
"No other reason?"
"What other reason would there be?"
He smirked. "Certainly no good reason, of course."
"Everything involving you is bad."
"Are you saying I'm up to no good, miss?"
"Precisely."
"Well," he emphasized, raising his brows, "you're not wrong."
Finally, your gaze shifts to him after rolling your eyes at the last comment. You look at his crooked smile, full of ill intention. He's shorter than the first encounter you had with him, probably because of the damaged legs. He's dressed in a nice suit. Somehow, he looks a little handsome.
Startled by your own thought, you glance away from him. The flush on your cheeks doesn't go unnoticed.
"What's that look on your face?"
Fuck, uh, say something! you yell internally. "Nothing, just something stupid." Well, you're not wrong.
He laughs. It's almost as if he can read your mind. Still smirking, he turned and hobbled away.