Sep 29, 2017
@shilvhs !
His body clock renders itself ARBITRARY, but it edges on DAWN. He has a LUKEWARM coffee in hand and keys in the other, and despite LACK thereof, he performs each task as if simple ROUTINE. Unlocking the door in one SMOOTH motion, he uses his elbow to keep it open while POCKETING the keys in the back pocket of dark wash WRANGLERS. She’s in plain view, but his eyes have had a recent tendency to DECEIVE, so he blinks a few times. Just to make SURE. “ ‘Scuse me ? Miss ? ”