Warm air followed the man in as he walked into Griffen, a restaurant he'd known about for a while but had never entered before. He paused for a moment as some people stole glances at him as he studied his surroundings with an appraising gaze. His brown hair was short and spiked slightly, but curled slightly where it reached his neck. Bright golden eyes that could send heat into the coldest of hearts rested upon a handsome face with a small, white scar below his right eyebrow, giving him a dangerous, but sexy appearance. His button up white shirt was only buttoned on the middle three buttons, revealing hard, muscular abdominal muscles beneath that would make any sensible girl, or at times guys, swoon. His legs were covered in designer jeans that he'd bought a while ago but had never had an occasion to wear and he wore some comfortable looking black Nikes.
It wasn't long before a waitress hurried over to him, already blushing as she went to stand before him with an odd feeling as though she should be kneeling at his feet. Of course just about everybody felt they should before the proud Alpha of the Braveheart Pack. Tonight though, Gabriel Braveheart was determined to put all his responsibilities to the side. There were no loners at the moment that he had smelt or sensed at the borders, and the rest of his pack was out partying, so he might as well take the night off.
Settling down at a table with a view of the night outside he gave his order for his drink and told her he'd wait to order. He watched her walk away, a sly smile touching his lips as he watched the way she swung her wide hips and looked back at him with a steamy look. He couldn't help but give a silent laugh at that, and thought about waiting for her shift to end, but decided against it. Tonight he wanted to have fun with one of his own kind, no matter who it was. Tonight he'd let go of all responsibility and relax.
It wasn't long before a waitress hurried over to him, already blushing as she went to stand before him with an odd feeling as though she should be kneeling at his feet. Of course just about everybody felt they should before the proud Alpha of the Braveheart Pack. Tonight though, Gabriel Braveheart was determined to put all his responsibilities to the side. There were no loners at the moment that he had smelt or sensed at the borders, and the rest of his pack was out partying, so he might as well take the night off.
Settling down at a table with a view of the night outside he gave his order for his drink and told her he'd wait to order. He watched her walk away, a sly smile touching his lips as he watched the way she swung her wide hips and looked back at him with a steamy look. He couldn't help but give a silent laugh at that, and thought about waiting for her shift to end, but decided against it. Tonight he wanted to have fun with one of his own kind, no matter who it was. Tonight he'd let go of all responsibility and relax.