"I almost forgot what it was like to be home." It had been a month since he'd flown abroad to work, study, and simply reset. There was something about being back that had him almost... excited? His first stop had been the cafe, which had him taking up space in the corner, nursing on his drink. Just like always, boredom sat in fast when he wasn't in front of bolts of fabric or the entirety of the fashion community. Half waiting for anyone familiar to walk on by or take a seat. Until then, he passed his time flipping through the mountain of glossy mags in front of him.
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