❝ yeah! we’re already here, bout to go in. ❞ it’s past 9, and they are standing outside of her friends and her favourite haunt, her beau at her flank, also texting one person or the other while she absent-mindedly rubs his arm with her free hand, attention elsewhere. they seem early, no camera in sight — yet. ❝ okay don’t be too long, love you! ❞ she tucks the phone away into her purse, hand sliding into her companion’s arm.
❝ that damien? ❞ his arm circles her waist, almost possessively. she doesn’t appear to notice.
❝ yeah, the boys are running late, something about a vintage — thing, i don’t know, i stopped listening the moment he said ‘but it’s the best thing ever’ , ❞ classic violet merchant eye roll. ❝ they’ll catch up, c’mon, ❞ and they stride further up toward the entrance. ( @bravc )
