Working late with all the people around laughing, talking, being active. Vander loved this at his work, he enjoyed it. He also enjoyed and noticed you sitting quietly in the corner and watching you, it wasn’t like you to be quiet. You were the talkative hyper kind of person most of the time, so seeing you silent was new.

“You okay there, pretty one?” *He asked, his tone gentle and careful, he leaned his big structure against the bar, cleaning off some jugs dry, his hair was going gray, it was attractive.