LOST IN YOU // WINNIE .

[truce.]

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]He was obsessed with Winnie.

Like, it was absolutely revolting having to sit and watch the way he tried to woo her with his lack of authenticity and stupidly crooked smile. [sup]❛ Winnie, this guy is bad news. ❜[/sup] Donovan was doing everything in his power not to stride up to this guy the very first time he saw him trying to ask Winnie out and sucker punch him square in the jaw. It was simply so disrespectful the way he looked her body up and down as if she was nothing more than that beautiful hourglass figure of hers.

Besides! Come on; This guy ought to know a thing or two about hourglasses. Steadily, the sand would run to the bottom and before you know it she'd be gone. She'd realize that he was a piece of shit and would promptly be on her way afterwards (otherwise, Don was always here to nudge her in the right direction. Removing this asshole from the equation would not be difficult).

Good riddance. This guy could never be good enough for Winnie of all people anyways. Oh, was she the textbook definition of perfect. That ever-so-endearing girl-next-door sort of vibe she gave off was quite honestly so intriguing to Don that he could just not stop thinking about her. Nobody could be that cute. [sup]❛ What's the secret, Winnie? What makes you so precious? ❜[/sup] Don just wanted to know more, more, more, and a part of Don was certain that that was exactly what she wanted. The way she carried herself screamed that she wanted to be known. She enjoyed the attention and oh would Donnie certainly oblige.

Strike three was the final strike. The third time Donnie had seen this guy approach Winnie whilst he was keeping an eye on her. She needed someone to watch over her because she did appear vulnerable at times. That sort of vulnerability would only attract freaks like this guy whose mother never taught him that no meant no! He had to intervene, else this would never end. He'd continue harassing dear Winnie or, worse off, Winnie would cave and accept whatever shitty romance he had to offer.

It was disgusting.

Don would swoop in like her knight in shining armor, he decided as he smugly wandered over towards the man who was currently talking to Winnie. Women liked fairy tales, didn't they? Otherwise, those fairy tales would not have existed, period! Winnie wanted to be saved. She needed her knight to come and rescue her, and these were the exact moments that the stars aligned! It was fate that brought Don and Winnie together! (Not him placing himself in these situations in order to talk to Winnie, of course.)

❝ Is everything all right here? ❞ Don questioned with an amicable smile, eyes drilling into the other man's gaze intently as he simply watched every fraction of movement from him. His face twitched; he was annoyed that Don interfered. And then, he smiled. The most fake smile Don had ever seen. Don's smile fell effortlessly, his stare like daggers. ❝ Oh, it's nothing. ❞ The man chuckled, scrunching up his nose before gesturing dismissively. ❝ I better get going then. I'll see you around, Winnie. ❞ He tipped his head politely before turning and walking away. Gross. If Winnie thought that was sincere, then she had another thing coming.

Don watched the back of the man's head as he walked away, trying his best to conceal his pride, before twisting his head to peer over towards Winnie. ❝ What was that about? ❞ He gestured towards the man before chuckling heartily. Don already knew the answer, but he needed Winnie to tell him for herself so that they could collide together in what fate would call quite some success story.