When Fears Feels Familiar

Ivan entered the pub with Augustus, dragging him further as excited as he looked. They sat in the private lounge together. 

When the waitress appeared, Ivan was ready with his list of drinks. He ordered almost every item of drink which contained more alcohol. Augustus gave her his credit card with tissue paper written on it.

Ivan immediately saw that and slapped his arm. "You are still a jerk!"

"A handsome jerk!" The former smirked.

"You just gave her your number on that paper right?" Ivan looked at him in disbelief. 

"What?" Augustus gave him a surprised look. 

"You will never change."

"Excuse me. I don't hit on my own staff. Come on, I have a type." he leaned forward resting his hand on a knee and eyes stilled on Ivan's face. 

Ivan copied his gesture, staring with equal intensity. 

"And what's your type?"

Augustus tilted his head looking at him. He got up and moved around, sat beside Ivan, and started talking,