˙ ˖ ✶ Andre
Time and time again Florian found himself reminded of just how truly awfully annoying another human could be. In this instance as the crowd clamored and the music blared, the denizens of New York city milled about in this bar. So many wanderlust souls in search of something, many for the warmth of another, the solace of an embrace, but not Florian. All the young would be Olympian could do was avert his gaze from Andre, a true thorn at his side that he had no choice but to spend time with as their best friends were dating, and seemingly fully in love.
He sighed, rolling his eyes as he finally dared to gaze at the man. "You do realize you don't have to suck the air out of every room you enter," Florian smirked, though his eyes lowered ever so slightly towards Andre's lips and a fleeting thought sped by before he was back to nursing his drink. "So..." he said trying to save himself from any dead air, "You crunch any numbers or something at your big job with your finance bros?" @deceptaconn



















