eli was sat on a street corner outside, scribbling some words madly into his book. sometimes phrases just popped into his mind-- though they never really became anything more than a few pieces of quotes. at the muffled sound of someone calling his name, eli glanced up. “fancy seeing you here.” he mentioned before returning to his book. “you’re standing on my bad side you know, so if you really wanna talk---” eli trailed off, patting the empty space of pavement to the left of him.










