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Jack was so much smarter than anyone ever gave him credit for. It was the first thing that Divine had noticed about him, asides from the obvious good looks. She wasn't the type to care about pro Duelists, but there was something special about Jack Atlas. Anyone could see it. But she wasn't the type to let herself fall in love with a pretty face just because he had a sharp tongue. And yet even at first glance, Divine knew she just had to have Jack. She never was the first to approach, and so the first interaction was nothing more than stolen glances across a dance floor. The more she noticed he was staring, the more she knew that she had a way in.
Divine might not have realized it at the time, but Jack could see the interest in her eyes. At the time, he'd brushed off because of course she was interested - who wasn't? Jack Atlas was the best at the game, and the absolute life of the party. He was the reason anyone was even here, regardless of what Rex tried to tell him. As much as he tried to brush off her glances, those green eyes haunted him. By the end of the night, Jack felt as if Divine's gaze was permanently etched into his very being. She was wrapped up in his dreams, and Jack thought he was going insane.
When he finally saw her again, Jack brushed off the crowd to make his way to her. His hand brushed hers, and Divine glanced up at him. Her stare pierced right through his heart, and for a moment, he wondered if she'd forever changed him. Her lips curled into a smirk, a brow arching up at him. "To what do I owe the honor of having the King himself grace me with his presence," she asked, and Jack didn't have an explanation for himself. "Perhaps you could tell me over a drink?"
She'd fully taken his hand in hers, and Jack got the feeling he was not entirely in control anymore. Normally this would be intolerable to him, but the glint in her eye promised it would be worth his while. "You know a King doesn't take orders," Jack said automatically, more so due the publicity of this encounter. This was who he was in the public eye, and he certainly wasn't ready to give it up. "But a drink would be nice."
Divine led him away, and Jack was willing to let himself fall into her. By the end of the night, he found himself at her flat tangled up in sheets. A careless mistake on his part that left him unable to let her go. Something about her touch had radically shifted him, and it was now intolerable to think of life without her. It chased him around as he attempted to go through life in the morning wake. Jack had left as soon as he'd awoken, and he'd regretted it ever since.
Jack had been certain he'd blown it the minute he'd walked out. Divine, for her part, was not the type to allow herself to get hung up on someone like this. Despite their best attempts, however, neither could really set it aside. When she'd finally crashed back into him, it was a second chance that neither thought they'd get. And like before, her gaze pierced right through him. "I'm sorry I didn't call," Jack said, and Divine was taken aback. After all, it was public knowledge that Jack never apologized. "If you would give me another chance..."
Another chance was what Divine craved, and so how could she deny it to him? She nodded, holding her hand out to his. "Of course," she said as he took her hand in his. "I... It'd be nice if we all got a second chance, wouldn't it?"
He was not a stupid man, and he knew exactly what Divine was angling at. Jack nodded in agreement, a gruff smile that melted her heart. "I certainly think so."