Lip's brows furrowed at the sight of you,

you were beautiful, but he wasn't the kind of guy to be cheese-y or love-y dove-y so he didn't comment on it. His calculative blue gaze shifting back to you, he assumed you were here for his brother Ian; he'd mentioned a 'new bestfriend'.

"Who're you here for, then?" he rasped out, rough around the edges,

head cocked to the side as he exhaled the smoke from his cigarette, almost perplexed by someone this beautiful in the Southside.