Nate walked up to Caleb, smirking as he threw one of his arms over his shoulder.
Hey, baby.
He looked over to the other, tilting his shades down slightly. He was holding a rose in his other hand, ideally fidgeting with it.
What’s a pretty boy like you doing out here by yourself?
It was surprising how flirty this man could be. And if you’d ever call him gay, his excuse would be that he said ‘no homo’. God, he really is stupid.
- @ellernate-rblx (hey vro !! It’s the gay teen ❤️)
- Caleb almost jumped. If he'd been any deeper in his thoughts, he would've slapped the shit out of Nate. But he felt his heart flutter when the other called him a pretty boy. He didn't care that he was called pretty, his mind only processed that he passed as a man to this stranger.
"Oh just- um, waitin' for my friend. Half-sure bitch's gonna cancel on me, I've been here for like 200 years."
- He laughed softly as he held the backpack over his shoulder tighter. He hadn't even bothered to put it on properly. He wasn't even wearing clothes that fit a rich kid, all the better for him so Nate didn't suspect he had millionaire parents.
"Not even inviting me for coffee first? Do you often walk up to guys and call them baby or do I just get special treatment?"
