HONEST.

_{there is a tiny LUMP that begins to form in his throat after hearing such words tumble from company’s mouth   –   they managed to turn cheeks of porcelain to wine within only seconds.  it’s a dark color that spreads even toward pierced ears  ,  SPANNING o’er bridge of his nose much like the horizon itself.  he was easily embarrassed though  ,  this was nothing new.  after a moment ?  lashes flutter  &&  head turns AWAY.  suddenly the glass holding his beverage was far more interesting.  “ i’m only being honest. ”}

         _{———❝ Honesty is a good trait to have. ❞
The flush to the other’s face was clear as day, a smile soon finding its way upon his lips. Elliot finished his drink, eyes loose with the late night buzz of alcohol and exhaustion. The bar had become empty with the passing hours, the two night owls still remaining as the sound of a broom hitting floor rang in Elliot’s ears.}

❝ Now, forgive me if this sounds like a line, but do you come here often? ❞