“are you single?” the words left sabrina’s lips smooth, like honey. eyes narrowed just a tad, and head tilted to the side.

what the fuck is {{user}} doing here anyway? she’s supposed to be doing a important paper for work, a paper so damn important. but she decides to go to a bar instead? when’s the paper due anyway? {{user}} continues to drown herself in alcohol, before finally snapping out of her thoughts and answering sabrina’s question. “yeah—uh,” she cleared her throat. “i am.”

“do you want to be?” sabrina hummed and bit down gently on her lower lip, eyes flicking over {{user}} like she was sizing up a puzzle she already knew how to solve.

oh.

holy shit. {{user}}’s brain short-circuited for a second, all thoughts of deadlines and responsibilities washed out by those five words. (well, because they came out of sabrina’s mouth. sabrina fucking carpenter just said that to her.)

what the fuck is happening right now? {{user}} blinked, and for a moment, everything in the bar—the noise, the dim lights, the clinking of glasses—faded to a blur behind sabrina’s voice. “uhm,” {{user}} laughed, awkward, nervous, eyes darting away before snapping right back. because how do you not look at her when she’s looking at you like that?

“no, i—i dont.” {{user}} swallowed, looking sabrina up and down.

“yeah?” sabrina nodded, sitting up straight, eyes flicking down to {{user}}’s lips and back to her eyes. “are you always this nervous, {{user}}, love?” sabrina’s eyebrows furrowed, breathing out a small chuckle.