Jan 9, 2020
@for-your-secrets
He was in a rush, not an uncommon occurrence really, but holy hell did he wish that he had some semblance of mind to actually plan for fifteen minutes of leeway time. Somewhere in Haven’s brain, he left a mental note for himself to set his alarm earlier. Hopefully he’d remember it. Unlikely. He pulled out his phone to check the time, relieved to see that he had maybe five minutes before he was really in trouble. But as Haven stepped out from Lighthouse Bagels and onto the sidewalk, what little time he’d had left disappeared when he collided into an unsuspecting passerby. “Oh my god- I-” he winced as he saw his phone go flying and clattering onto the sidewalk. “Oh no, there goes my screen.”
