Dinner at 7// Cleo&Gus
Cleo’s head snapped towards her purse at the sound of the buzz, rummaging through it she took her phone out. Smiling at the message, she sent back a, ‘I’ll try. x’. When she heard the sound of a knock at her door, she immediately got up to open it. “Hi.” She smiled, “You look even better than I do.”
Gus, was looking around, scratching at his neck as he waited for the door to open. He turned to the door, and smiled at the sight of the girl. “Ugh hey,.” He chuckled awkwardly, clearing his throat a little. Oh this?” He asked looking down at him. “I literally just threw this on. I mean not like, carelessly, like I obviously care about my looks because like you’re gonna judge me based off of it, but I- Oh my god shut up, Gus.” He muttered the last part to himself, to get himself to stop rambling. “You look really nice, though. Much better than my awkwardness.”












