𝒩𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙰

Yawns

to be exact—i thought you were dead. nothing. actually, there might be something …

don’t call me that, i’m too young.

bombastic side–eye.

pointing towards the bartender. “he’s being stingy with it.” lies, he was making it.

“yes, yes, we know, you mention it every time we bring up katherine.” he was merely teasing. “need something? i’m just having a drink.” he shrugged nonchalantly.

he couldn’t help the laugh that left him. “perfect. i’m pretty sure your mother says the same thing. yet, she’s not.”

being supernatural helps a lot. “wow. still the same, aren’t you, nadia?” he looked from the bartender to the petrova.