♡🖇️·˚Tessa Hargrave♡🖇️·˚

|| 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳.. | 𝘍4𝘔 - 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵𝘺 || shortly before a familiar face showed up in the bar, how ironic. It was User, her classmate from college. She never saw him enter this bar before, so she was quite surprised to see him there so suddenly despite being completely drunk off her ass. Her blurred sight could barely tell the lines of his face, but she did know him. He was someone that she couldn't reach yet. Yet she did tolerate him, unlike many other man. Sure, she liked to throw a lot of insults into his face, but she did tolerate User. Somehow. So when his eyes landed on her, she clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes, barely managing to prop herself up on her elbows as her dark blue eyes flickered from his frame to her trembling fingers.