the light from the desk lamp flickers, catching francesca’s attention just as she feels herself drifting off. she frowns a little, as the lightbulb flickers on and off again, and then she sighs and stretches a little in her chair. a cursory glance at her phone shows the time to be well past midnight, and cesca forgets for a second why she was even up still, but then someone makes a sound to her left and she feels fully awake suddenly.
james, right.
she coughs a little, cursing under her breath for forgetting why she was here, and who she was here with. it’s a mystery how she feels both utterly comfortable and yet still unbelievably tense whenever she was in his company, but she’s too scared of the answer to even try and puzzle that one out, so she tries mostly to pretend they’re exactly what they say they are - friends.
“ done yet?? ” she asks, almost slipping into a yawn as she opens her mouth. “ if we stay any longer and i fall asleep, i’m making you carry me all the way back to my apartment. ” @jemchae