undergrounds | A Midnight Ride [Closed]

Daryl stood outside the pub, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned back heavily against the brick just to the right of the door. The place was pretty busy and would be for at least two more hours. He was familiar with The Duchess because it was on his way home every night and he often stopped in for a beer. He'd suggested it thinking a familiar place would calm his nerves. Which he needed even more after Natasha had referred to the whole thing as a 'date'.

Maybe he should just cancel the whole thing. Get her that drink he'd offered when she got there and then call it off. He'd had a long day it could be excused if he played that up. Of course he was so keyed up over his nerves that probably wouldn't work.

Maybe he should just leave before she even got there. Except that would be rude and he didn't actually want to be rude to her. He just wasn't sure he could do this anymore. It'd taken a lot to even send her that text.

"Fuck I need a drink," he muttered to himself, rubbing his face with both hands before crossing them again.

"Did I leave you alone for too long?" Natasha arrives just in time to catch him muttering. She might have teased him a little too far if he's already getting himself wound in knots.

She doesn't seem too worried about it—dressed for their ride in a motorcycle jacket and heavy boots, and she seems comfortable in them. Really, she's been looking forward to that as much as seeing Daryl again. She hasn't had a chance to ride since before her moved, and she hadn't lied when she said that she enjoyed it.

"Lucky you; you won't have to wait anymore."

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