I’ve been sitting near the hearth for a while, trying to stay warm with the rest of the travelers stuck here for the night. The storm’s buried the door and nobody’s going anywhere. I’m halfway through a drink when I glance up and spot you on the other side of the tavern.

…oh fuck..

I just stand, pick up my mug, and move to a different table on the far side of the room. I settle at a different table, facing away from you, pretending to be deeply interested in the cracked wood grain hoping you don’t notice me. I pull my hood down to try and conceal my face as much as possible