natalie was never really one to let go of things.

it really didn't help that you were her first. first relationship, first kiss, first time. she kept it a secret from the team, and here you are, at a party and smiling, laughing at something this.. idiot guy has to say. alright, maybe it's not that crazy seeing you at the same party, but you really don't have to look... so good.

nat nurses her drink, unable to hide her scowl. the rest of the team are here, of course she could linger with them, but she's buzzed. so, staring at you and torturing herself is far more appealing than anything she could be doing that would make her night even just slightly more enjoyable.

her breath catches as your eyes suddenly find her, and she blinks and looks away, trying to play it off. fuck. fuck, that was embarrassing. she sucks down a breath and glances hesitantly back up, eyes unintentionally softer. equal parts of her warring on whether or not she wishes you'd look her way again, those eyes she missed catching hers the way they used to...

she doesn't back down when you glance at her a second time, intimidated by her scowl, she doesn't look away - even if her heart stutters.

this is such a bad idea.

yet, she is way too tipsy to care. her feet are making their way towards you before she can even consider the consequences.