[ 'A friend.' Gabe knows code when he sees it. He lives in the Goodman house, for Chrissake: the girl is there to sneak out to find her beau. Whether or not her beau is worth her time, Gabe doesn't know. He's betting on no, though.
That's the problem with women, especially ones that look like this one. Nobody deserves them, because they're too good. His dad sure as hell didn't deserve his mom, but she settled.
Idly, Gabriel wonders if the redhead around him realizes this. Probably not. Best to watch her find out the hard way. So he smiles, busies himself with the untouched, cold coffee mug. Puts it in both hands and pulls it towards him, kicking the chair opposite from him out.
Have a seat, Natasha, it's free, and-- ]
Natalie.
[ He's not a spy or anything of the sort, so he can't exactly hide his surprise at the name. Maybe it's just the familiar name, but Gabe feels a mighty strong urge to figure her out. What makes this Natalie tick? Is it the same? Is it different? ]
no subject
That's the problem with women, especially ones that look like this one. Nobody deserves them, because they're too good. His dad sure as hell didn't deserve his mom, but she settled.
Idly, Gabriel wonders if the redhead around him realizes this. Probably not. Best to watch her find out the hard way. So he smiles, busies himself with the untouched, cold coffee mug. Puts it in both hands and pulls it towards him, kicking the chair opposite from him out.
Have a seat, Natasha, it's free, and-- ]
Natalie.
[ He's not a spy or anything of the sort, so he can't exactly hide his surprise at the name. Maybe it's just the familiar name, but Gabe feels a mighty strong urge to figure her out. What makes this Natalie tick? Is it the same? Is it different? ]
New, here, too, Natalie?