LOCATION — The Jagged Yard.
WHO — Sebastian & Verda ( @verdadurmaz ).
VALENTINE'S DAY TASK. LOVE LETTER.
Sebastian had been sitting on a stool near the bar for what felt like an eternity, scribbling little doodles on a napkin’s edge while he tried to muster some form of eloquence from his brain. In actuality, he’d probably been sitting there for no more than fifteen minutes, and trying was a heavy overstatement as he really didn’t do much in the way of transcribing any words on the weak piece of paper. To any stranger, it would have appeared as though he hadn’t been working on anything of substance at all, but to him it was very important. This note, despite the irony of it being put together extremely last minute on a bar napkin, was the best idea he ever had. It was his ticket to getting laid, he was sure. Girls loved love letters, didn’t they? All he had to do was emulate a love letter, and he was golden. “Stupid fuckin’ pen,” he cursed under his breath, annoyed that the pressure he was applying was practically shedding the napkin underneath it. With a grumble, he tossed it mindlessly ahead of him, watching it bounce off the end of the counter and drop to the floor. He turned to the person beside him, having at least half the decency not to reach across them. “Can you hand me that pen over there? That one was like, fuckin’ broken or something.”
