There’s nobody else for me, and I don’t want anybody else.

He lets out a chuckle, taking a sip of the whiskey you handed him. Sure, you’re a Pogue with all the P4L bullshit, but Rafe is drawn to you. He’s started to frequent the bar in the Island Club—because you work there.

"Yeah well, you're different. Not a freak, not all... crazy like the others,” Rafe murmurs as he down at his drink. He fidgets with his fingers, his eyes hungry and fixated on you. “Y’know. Just normal.”