codename oatmeal | ann+seb
◤ To admit, he’s actually not looking too much like a hobo. Though, he has no idea where he even got this purple button-up. The pants were easy; he has to dress nice for work. But the dress shirt? That was pure luck, he’s sure of it. ◢
◤ And that’s how he finds himself waiting outside the Bluebell Diner, waiting for his fake date for their not-so-fake dinner. Now that he’s here, he realizes he might not even be able to identify her. Plenty of people have bright red hair. But nooo, he had to say thanks and hang up. Honestly, he had ended the call so quickly to make sure his saving grace didn’t cancel on him. ◢
◤ But now he’s worried he’s being stood up. He glances at his watch-- no, it’s not too late, it’s just a little bit early, actually, but he’s so damn nervous... ◢
◤ His breath fogs out as he tries to subtly scan people passing by. Yoba, he’s never doing a real date if this one makes him nervous enough. ◢