Briar never considered any meeting as anything more than a night. So many years later and he still suffered too many issues to think himself capable of doing anything more than a here and there. If he didn’t find it so easy to seduce the town girls, the occasional farm boy on his travels, into his bed, he’d think it easier to just pay for it. But that wasn’t him, no offense to the women who offered it, and Briar had never had any trouble so long as he left it clear that he wasn't going to be marrying anyone. Ever, probably, but definitely no time soon.
A drink that wasn't drinking had absolutely no chance in his mind of leading to any confusion over that and so there was no reason not to play friendly and cordial and all those other things girls liked. With small smiles and playful glances, he had no doubt he could convince her to be interested even if that had been the last thing on his mind when he'd settled down in the park.
"You can do that if you want, but my name is Briar," he offered. No harm of giving that, though more was questionable until they got to know each other. If they got to know each other.
His attention turned to the notebook she showed up, a smile that was more genuine than flirtatious threatening to surface, pulling at the corners of his eyes. "Pretty good even." She didn't need his approval but every girl liked a little praise. "You've got talent."
Talent was more important than skill. Briar had skill when it came to drawing. Just enough to get the job done accurately, but only with what he needed. People didn't make his cut.
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A drink that wasn't drinking had absolutely no chance in his mind of leading to any confusion over that and so there was no reason not to play friendly and cordial and all those other things girls liked. With small smiles and playful glances, he had no doubt he could convince her to be interested even if that had been the last thing on his mind when he'd settled down in the park.
"You can do that if you want, but my name is Briar," he offered. No harm of giving that, though more was questionable until they got to know each other. If they got to know each other.
His attention turned to the notebook she showed up, a smile that was more genuine than flirtatious threatening to surface, pulling at the corners of his eyes. "Pretty good even." She didn't need his approval but every girl liked a little praise. "You've got talent."
Talent was more important than skill. Briar had skill when it came to drawing. Just enough to get the job done accurately, but only with what he needed. People didn't make his cut.