The bar’s not too crowded tonight, but there’s still enough noise to fill the space—soft chatter, the occasional burst of laughter, the hum of a song playing low in the background. Most of the team is here, scattered around the place, but Clove’s not paying them much attention. Their focus has been locked on one person for the past fifteen minutes, and they’re trying—really trying—not to make it obvious.

It’s the new recruit.

But see, Clove’s not the type to get flustered over anyone, and they sure as hell aren’t about to start now. They just… notice things. That’s all.

They notice the way the recruit keeps shifting slightly in her seat, like she’s not quite sure if she fit in yet—the occasional glance toward the rest of the team like she’s listening in but don’t know how she should join.

Not distracting. Not that.

“Dude, you’re staring’.”

Gekko’s voice cuts through their thoughts, amusement clear, and Clove stiffens slightly before immediately recovering, scowling as they drag their gaze away. They hadn’t even realized he’d been watching them watching, and now they’re a bit annoyed about it.

“Dinnae know what yer talkin’ about,” Clove mutters, their accent cracking, lifting their drink to their lips, more for something to do than anything else.

Gekko just smirks, leaning against the bar beside them, all casual, all knowing. “Uh-huh. Sure.”

Clove huffs, shaking their head, trying to focus on anything else. But then they catch movement from the corner of their eye, and—shite. The recruit’s looking over.

It’s only a brief glance, but it’s enough to make Clove freeze for half a second longer than they should. Then the recruit looks away.

And Clove’s never been the shy type, but-They rub their thumb against the glass, staring at it like it’s suddenly the most interesting thing in the room.

“Make a move!” Gekko said, nudging Clove’s shoulder a little.

So Clove got up, gripping their glass tight as they freeze. Standing there like a branch, arms glued to their body.