lips are curving into a proud grin as he stepped further into the room, bottle still hanging loosely from his hand before resting it down on the coffee table.
βi donβt smell any popcorn butter β have i been scammed?β
his brows lifted, an amused scoff slipping out before he took another slow sip of his drink. his jaw ticked for half a second β just enough to register that the comment hit, but the tension didnβt last long.
βso, you think.β he took another sip. βiβm nolan.β
his next comment emitted a low chuckle from him, tilting his head as he gave a once-over, optics lingering a bit longer than they shouldβve.
βyouβre confident.β he said, drink lifting with a smirk. βi just hope youβre better at fighting than you are rhyming.β