there’s another glass of beer already waiting for the other right next to her own. she wasn’t sure if kass was a beer person, but in germany it only seemed fitting. she looked at the time rather obsessively– she had gotten there earlier, anticipating so much already, and knowing perhaps her hope was rather fake. but she wouldn’t let it die. “hey!” she stood up from her stool and waved a hand to let the brunette know where she was. “i... went ahead and ordered, but if you want something else, i guess i can go for a second beer anyway.” || @kassamigos















