he’s pretty sure she’s not coming, though at this point, it came as no surprise to sage when his mother skipped out on their plans. it wasn’t like she meant to. the woman hadn’t a drop of malice in her entire body. what she was overwhelmed with was kindness, however, which often meant overbearing work days at the hospital that spilled past original scheduling. she’d been this way for the male’s entire life and he’d gotten used to it long ago. though normally when finding himself consequently alone, it wasn’t sat at a lonely booth in the back of the giant peach diner. he would’ve stayed for a meal if he could afford it, but without his mom’s financial help that wasn’t an option. it’s on his way towards the exit that oaken hues fall upon a familiar face.
how long had it been since he’d seen her ? sage couldn’t put an exact date on it, but it’d undoubtedly been years. not that he’d admit it, but the male probably hadn’t thought about clementine since he was a teenager. corsages and matching ties were what had been on the menu then. there wasn’t anything in particular that she had done to grab his attention so many years back, but he was fond of the blonde. there was delicacy within her, but it didn’t neccessarily equate to innocence, and he found it intreging to say the least. he’ll lean against the bartop, flashing pearly white as he silently calls for her attention. “ not gonna lie, i almost didn’t recognize you without a book or a pencil or something. ” @chmydcrling