Shiggy remains silent for a bit so I decide to break the silence with a wine "ugh giri, you still don't have a lighter or something? This is supposed to be lit on fire! That's the whole appeal of the drink!" I gesture to my glass while looking at the misty man who is still facing the two new comers; I'm being ignored. "I got a light" the male says, I hear footsteps from my side, yet I continue to stare at the mist man with furrowed brows, noticing his hesitance in this situation. The man walks over to me and places a hand on my chair. His thumb brushes across my back as he leans over me to reach the drink with his other hand. My back naturally straightens at the contact. His body heat is strong enough to reach me through this close proximity. Why is he so... hot? He leans over me and points a finger at the orange resting on the rim of my glass. I go to lean back to put some distance between us but I realize his hand would have more ease in caressing my back if I do. His movements are slow, almost sensual. Don't ask me how! I'm just the observe and report girl okay?! A small blue flame shoots out of the tip of his finger and the orange immediately catches. The azure flames contrast with the orange color of the drink as well as the atmosphere in the room. The flame grows in size releasing a considerable amount of heat and light before dying down to a small flicker. In all honesty it was sexy. Idk how blue fire is sexy to me but here I am practically drooling over it. This feeling is something different... this man is- "is that better? Whisky Sour girl". I turn to face him at this point, his face above mine, causing me to look up. I see piercing blue eyes first and foremost. They're so pure and true like his fire. They're almost as inviting and dangerous as an actual flame. Looking into them was like staring into a campfire; relaxing, warm, it almost put me in a trance and yet I knew not to reach forward and touch. I don't want to get burned.
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