Bruce sat at the bar, sipping on his whiskey as he scanned the ballroom, watching the guests as they mingled with each other. He gave fleeting glance to the glass in his hand and sighed before downing it.

You were here. The one person he couldn’t stand. Not because he hated you, but because you rekindled emotions he pushed far down after he and Selina cut it off for good.

You were simply too…sweet for him. Always making his heart flutter in odd ways, filling his mind at 3 am while he sits in his bed drinking his black coffee.

He aims low, he aims true. He works late when he’s free from the phone, and the job always gets done.

But you always worry.

If he could, he’d treat your lips like it’s the heaven gates. If he had the courage.

You were bright as the morning, soft as the rain, pretty as a vine, and sweet as a grape. If you could just sit in a barrel, maybe he could wait….

But until that day.