 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
Reagan didn’t see him until it was too late. Even if he was difficult to miss because of his height, she had been completely distracted. As it was, the happy young lady had made it to close proximity to her family and she was aiming to hand these flowers off to Jude and Keighley because they always seemed to have some sort of love for flowers. Her gaze shifted from her parents to Christopher. To his shoulders, to be exact. She knew EXACTLY to whom those muscular shoulders belonged to even before her gaze touched his face.
What was HE doing here? A few weeks back, he had demonstrated no interest in even seeing the play. And was it just her or did he not look pleased? Reagan took pleasure in the latter thought, even as it occurred to her that Cassie might have been the one who convinced him to attend the event. Reagan stuck her nose in the air and resumed to proceed in the direction of her family, quite ignoring Christopher. She had been the one to try conversing with him first both times they had met before. Not this time! |