— la galleria. ft. dante kidd ( @hvneymelons )
“Is it true Foster had, like a mental breakdown or something?” CJ asked as soon as they were shown their table, eyes locked in on Dante with a mischievous glint in his eye. He knew things turned to shit when Phoebe showed up to the apartment last month, looking wrecked and sleep-deprived, demanding where Seb was, demanding what they knew about Tefi. CJ had felt super bad about keeping it from her, and despite her smallness and affinity for ,like, boy bands and shit, Phoebe Yates was terrifying. So he spilled his guts, and then got on the first flight out of Illinois for a bit, visiting his cousins back in Seattle for a couple of weeks, until the gym got wind he kept skipping work, and returned so he didn’t get fired.
Safe to say, he wasn’t tuned in on the gossip of what happened next. So, when he and Dante arranged for their next meet up, he knew the exact perfect place. “You gotta tell me the truth man, lying makes angels cry or something.” He shrugged, taking a large gulp of the complimentary tap water, as if he never had access to it in his entire life.
