@bruisedmorality
The text had been vague, but it made Jake smile nonetheless. He’d spent the few hours leading up to this mysterious date trying to figure out what to wear. After several failed attempts at outfits, he’d sat down for a while to write some lyrics and hoped it’d calm his nerves. Jake couldn’t explain why he was nervous, but something about the date made him feel like he did the first night they met. He finally left the house in a pair of ripped black jeans, a striped shirt and his favourite red doc martens.
“What are you up to...” He muttered, as he reread the message on his way to the street Tristan had specified. Where he ended up was on a strip of high end shops, designer brands and record stores. It was definitely the richest place Jake had been in a long time, if ever.
The pick he always carried in his pocket moved between his fingers as he waited. As he was lent up against a brick wall, he glanced up from his phone to find the man he’d been seeing for the past few months. “You’re looking handsome as ever,” He took no time in walking up to him and placing a kiss on his cheek. “Now, what’s with all the mystery?”









