open to anyone. muse: florence ‘flossie’ wu. pansexual. she/they. graphic designer. plot: we keep meeting each other on a sunday morning, both doing our walk of shame.
walk of shame? stride of pride? it's same thing if you ask flossie, they both involve them sneaking out of an apartment that isn’t their own while still buttoning up their coat to conceal the outfit from the evening before. as she steps into the elevator she can’t help but notice the current occupant looks to be in much the same state as herself, which means she just can’t hold back. “good night?”





