Connor
It had been a while since I'd walked into a London pub.
In fact, I wasn't sure it was right for me to. Not after the whole Scotland and Leandre ordeal. So far I hadn't come across a negative fan in person. Online was a different story. The internet was brutal, but I'd mastered the skill of being oblivious. Scroll past. Don't read the comments. Don't let it ruin your night. Most definitely don't get caught up in a midnight Twitter argument when you have had one too many beers.
So I was going to try. I wasn't going to let Harper get into my head or the fact that he managed to make me feel like a nobody without even trying. It wasn't that he was unfriendly, no in fact he was too friendly and touchy as well. I didn't know if he was doing it to get under my skin, test me or was just one of those people who touched too much. Either way it had me feeling tight.
