status: closed, @irismitchells location: sunrise diner
ren had been settled with his cup of coffee for a fair while, content to sit and glance over the rim as the mini rush began, settled, and ended. that last part culminated now with ren in his booth, watching as iris approached. despite the emptiness of his mug, ren actually clutched it tighter, smiling nonchalantly as everything but iris fell to the background— everything aside from the gnawing reminder at the back of his skull that she was june's friend. fuck. how many years had it been? why did he still care? what factor did death have on that? not like you can wikihow the response to a dead girlfriend.
as the thoughts stewed, a movement finally caused him to look up, then to immediately shake his head. "fuck, i don't know where i was then." a soft and short laugh. ren's dimple appeared in his cheek. "lunch. that was the plan. help a feeble minded fellow out?"
