sheslikeyou.

     It was far too elementary for her to evade any sense of security. She’s not exactly certain whom she is looking for, only a name, scribbled all too rapidly upon a napkin. He doesn’t startle her, though she is surprised that someone finally paid mind to her presence. 

     She slowly nods in response, extending the crumbled parchment that would read his name in chicken scratch.

her silence is a bit unsettling, even more so as she holds out a piece of paper. admittedly, tony doesn’t exactly enjoy being handed things, especially from strangers, but it’s just a kid — what could she do to him? hesitantly, his chin lifts and he accepts the crumpled paper, brows furrowing the second he reads his own name.  ❛ — why is my name on this? ❜   dark gaze is on the small brunette, jaw clenching ever so slightly.