Apr 28, 2020
closed starter for @ustrids // “ Angel ,” Arlo called out, balancing a plate of toast, cup of juice and a mug of coffee in one arm as he knocked on her partially open bedroom door with the other. “I brought you a light breakfast, just the way you like it,” He began, as he heard her give the ok to come in, he tapped the door open with his foot, “Toast, lightly browned with butter, and some coffee, although I couldn’t remember if you were a tea or coffee person, so if you don’t like it, I’ll have it because I also brought orange juice as a backup.” Out of fear of dropping it all, he scrambled to place the items down on her bedside table. “Just call me Chef Arló,” He finished, imitating a french accent as he bowed before her.