open starter || andy
it’s cold and she’s tired and the ugly poncho she bought off the campus pop-up shop is not doing much to brace against the wind. nothing sounds better than a hot coffee and as she slips into fates she’s already excited at the prospect of the most caffeine-dense, bitter thing she can find on the menu. except as her palms pat down the pockets of her loose sweatpants, she realizes ---
“Aw, fuck.”
"Hey ---- Can you do me a favor and spot me, like, two bucks?” more like five with the extra espresso.





