Firebird Bar - Nightime

Andrian laughed at the expression, the reaction on her face when he told her that he was in his twenties - a big age difference including the fact that she was three years younger than her was. It made perfect sense anyway, he was a nurse and most people who had a job was normally older then seventeen; most of them were still learning and studying; he smiled at her. "Don't worry, I'm not that old," he grinned at her now. "Just maybe three years older," he continued.

To his dismay he found himself answering the most difficult question ever as Belle heard over Sophia's conversation and asked him if he loved her; his jaws clench and his muscle began to tighten, he couldn't answer this quickly enough because he was afraid of hurting Belle or Sophia though most of his feeling went toward Belle but some of it still went toward Sophia though things did not go very well at the end of their relationship but he did enjoy being with her, being her boyfriend but he knew that he had to move on and so did she. It may seem harsh but that the way it was, he then realized that he had kept Belle waiting. "I'm not in a very good place to say that right now."

Andrian watched her as she grasped the locket, he sighed and scratched the back of his neck as his body seemed to have steamed up. He looked at Sophia, watched her as she and the boy started hitting on each other that fumed him up. "Yes, I do love you and I want to be with you" he closed his eyes and said this confidentially, enthusiastically but reluctantly at the same time and quietly so that only she could hear him. At this stage he knew that if Sophia had heard the conversation she would've ran off by now, he only hoped that she'd understood that they both had to move on -- that the past was the past; Andrian knew that he had to make a decision anytime soon, on who he was going to piss off first and in the end he would try make up for it.