“hey, i’m so sorry to be that guy, but do you mind if we share a table?” sella asked, looking over at the person who had occupied the last table in the place that had access to an outlet, her laptop cradled in her arms. “i have gotta get this paper submitted and your seats the only one near an outlet. i promise i will be out of your hair in no time, or i can buy you a coffee for the trouble?” || @illuminxtinglove for mikasa ackerman













