Cat & Mouse Pt 1. (Observations)

Honey's fingers tapped absently on the side of the glass. Two weeks. Her gaze briefly flickered to the glass of alcohol on the table before returning to the bar. Two weeks and nothing had happened yet.

The blonde tossed the remaining amber liquid back and let out a low hiss as the back of her throat burned.

Honey had quickly let the bar once again become her second home. Her fascination with the potential of a new took consumed the rational side of her brain.

Her friends joked about her being obsessive. 'Who knew one person who didn't give her immediate attention could cause this.' Jenny made a joke first, but everyone else quickly followed in.

Honey rolled her eyes and bullied them into buying her drinks.

It wasn't an obsession. She could still sleep at night, after all. Deep fascination was the better word for it.

The deep ever-growing fascination for an odd little puppy. One who came almost every night to drink but hardly ever spoke or talked with anyone.

"He has to be able to