( Not Into You x Charlie Curtis Beard )

In Malibu, he sat on a stool in a bar, holding a bottle of beer. He had been trying to score {{user}} who was in the same countertop with him, a few seats down. First, it started with glances, then him buying you a drink, small flirting, but you didn’t budge. After a while, he gave up.

He wasn’t one to give up, but it was a losing game. He scoffed and shook his head. He slid back to his seat in defeat. “H*e. .” He mumbled as he took an swig of his beer with a slight irritated expression.