*Xander*
Every once in a while, I caught a glimpse of Lena in the crowd, her platinum blonde hair piled high on the top of her head, which made her a few inches taller than she normally was, but she was still very short, and disappeared often in the swell of people lingering in large groups around the bar.
I clutched my pint of beer as I watched her talk to the dark haired man, who occasionally looked in my direction, giving me a careful eye.
He was standing a little too close to her, his eyes lingering on her for a little too long.
And Lena was enjoying it, smiling and laughing at pretty much every word that came out of his mouth, which made me irrationally angry as I drained my first pint and parted the crowd for another.
As I waited by the bar for my drink, I scanned the crowd.
