he doesn’t have much time to himself. with school, work, and the extra hours put in so that he could have the future he always sought out for himself, there was little to no time for cameron to relax and just enjoy the present time as it was. so a night in the bookstore with a novel in his hands, delved into a well-written story for the past hour or so was something he treasured – something he didn’t want disturbed. so of course he raises his gaze with a less than welcoming expression, eyes evident with annoyance as he greets the stranger with disinterest. ‘ —- that’s nice. ‘ it’s all the person’s getting and that much already is a more gracious reply than cameron felt necessary to give. his gaze flickers back to the page he was on, moving to more comfortably adjust himself with the book hidden behind his bent legs that were drawn up on the chair.
well then. that’s never happened before. the frown is there for less than a second before he’s straight- ening himself out again, throat clearing as he lets out an almost wounded sound. handling rejection is something baz knows absolutely nothing about, be- cause his face never lets him down. what is wrong with this boy? his fingers wrap around the smooth wood of an empty chair just as he decides to try ag- ain. “ — i uh. i was wondering if you could help me? you do work here, right?” forcing someone to spend some time with him is probably a bad way to go ab- out it, but his morals are clearly lacking and the boy should know this. his face changes in an instant — going from doe-eyed and interested to only slightly irritated, eyebrows raised as he waits for the other to answer his question.
is this really necessary?, is all he’s able to ask himself. looking for some peace and quiet, one would expect a bookstore to be a perfect location. and it wasn’t private information to know not to disturb a stranger while they were reading in the corner during a light rain that pitter-pattered against the window behind him. he doesn’t get what reason the other has behind approaching him, a look of disbelief meeting the changing of expression. it read annoyed; and now so was his. ( at least a bit ). “ ---- no? “ was that not PLAINLY obvious by which position he’d found cameron in: sitting with a book in hand, loitering the establishment. “ why ---- no, i don’t work here. “














