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Sal was trying, his absolute best, to be discrete. But one could only be so discrete with old computers that needed to be handled gently. He was just pulling the tarp over the back of his truck when he noticed a familiar face that brought a flush to his cheeks for more than one reason. “Hey,” he greeted, as simply as he tied on the tarp on the side of his truck.
@the-epigram
@the-epigram
Sal went back and forth all week on whether or not to follow through with meeting Ines. He was doubtful speaking with her would really do much to clear the air around his past. It wasn’t as if anything that was previously published was untrue. All through a study session, all he could think of was whether or not to actually go to O’Sullivan’s. Even after arriving a little early, he considered bailing if Ines wasn’t there before he finished his drink.
It’d been...a while since he talked to Ines. Weeks, maybe even months at this point. He’d ben so busy, he hadn’t realized how much time was flying by. There were at least two occasions he’d started to text her and literally fallen asleep. Now that school was starting up again, his hours were more regular at Turing, and his classes at the community college weren’t so condensed that it was overwhelming. He was leaving for the day at Turing when he walked past the building that housed The Epigram’s office. He paused, he considered, and he decided it was worth at least a shot at seeing if she was there. After knocking at the door, he looked at the floor as he asked if Ines was around.
@the-epigram
Protesting as some fellow members of Calloway drunkenly forced him into a closet, Felix looked positively panicked as he was sent inside along with Ines. Ines. Okay, okay, he can do this. It seemed like something out of a John Hughes movie, both of them being cajoled into a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven. And then the door was being closed on them, a flickering light bulb in the closet the only thing illuminating their faces. He finally turned to look at her, flashing her an apologetic smile. “I.... I’m sorry... Beleive me, I didn’t want this,” he rambled out, before he realized the comment could be taken as an insult. “Oh, shit, um... I mean, you’re beautiful. Just think this whole idea is kinda stupid. Forcing people together. Anyways, um, how are you?” @inesbarnett
