New ZealandxReader - Verona

"Ehm, could I take a seat here?" Blake looked up from his drink, to see a [e/c], [h/c] girl staring back at him, a half-smile playing on her face, as she waited for a reply.
"Oh, yeah, yeah. Sure." The brown-haired lad smiled, as he slid down the seat, taking his beer with him. The girl sat down beside him, placing her drink on the table. "It kind of feels weird, to just ask you to move, but it's really crowded today here." She frowned slightly, "and I wouldn't have a clue why."
Blake shrugged, slightly. "Probably because it's a hot Sunday afternoon," he paused, sipping his drink, "and knowing our local weather, that either means the beach or the bar, because the rugby's on soon."
The girl beside him laughed. "I've noticed that, in New Zealand. You guys really know how to appreciate good weather."

"That we do, that we do," Blake smiled, as he nodded. "You're not from here?" He felt like he was being a bit impertinent, but he couldn't help but ask.
"Oh, no," the girl shook her head, as she sipped her lager. "I was just visiting, and I really liked the place, so I ended up staying here for longer."
"You've done a pretty good job of being Kiwi, though," Blake couldn't help but comment.
"I think I should take that as a compliment," The girl smiled.  "Oh, [Name] [Surname], by the way!"
"Blake...Blake Kirkland," he replied, a ghost of a smile on his face.
It really was pretty good fortune meeting a pretty girl like this, in the bar. Good fortune at the bar.

"Oh, hey there, Brett!" She called out into the crowd, all of a sudden. A tall, tanned, muscular man came over, taller than Blake, for sure. Blake's eyes widened, as he realised who it was, really.
"Hey, Brett, this is Blake! I just met him, here! And Blake...this is-"
"Brett," Blake finished off her sentence. "We're...vaguely acquainted."
"Oh, you are?" The girl's mouth formed a small "o." "How did you-"
"Uni." Blake replied, the smile on his face clearly false, now. "We met in Uni."
"Brett...do you remember him?" [Name] turned around, to see him clearly distracted.
"Uhh...babe, hang on, I'll be back, okay?" With a quick, brief kiss on her cheek, Brett had left.
"You two...seem...uh, pretty close." Blake wasn't sure of what else to say.

"Yeah," [Name] laughed. "We haven't been dating for too long."
Oh, shit.

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When I saw you in Verona
You sat down and moved over
Pretty people but all I saw was you
And yes it's you i'm rating
Forget the boy your dating
in my opinion he isn't right for you.

And she smiles when she sees me
intoxicated by her company
Splendid lady, lazy Sunday afternoon
Good fortune at the bar
Verona, Verona