✧ 𓂅 open starter , kathy mendez's charity gala !
santos' charm didn't come from subtlety . it didn't even come from effort . the most charming thing about him , it seemed , was being unapologetically oblivious to a point that it became endearing . a feat that found him without trying as he stood in the buffet line amongst caviar coated dishes , truffle pasta names that felt like cotton in his and a variety of wines that had been fermenting for longer than he'd been alive , asking if maybe ( just maybe ) they had some doritos . he walked away with a pity pack of fritos ( plain ) in one palm and a champagne glass in the other . his worn leather jacket contrasting against deep purple button down and dress pants made him recognizable through the crowd he walked through . taking an empty seat beside the face he's sure he's scene in a magazine somewhere , he holds out his small bag of fritos in an offering . “ the only real food i could find , so we'll have to ration . ” he sighed . “ i now know what morrissey felt when he wrote heaven knows i'm miserable now . ” he took one sip of his champagne and let the bubbly liquid spill right back into the glass, setting it down and pushing it away . “ don't drink that by the way . ”
