#marcus acosta

[rorykent]

texts | rory & marcus

Rory: how do you feel about movie musicals?

Rory: specifically with a very cute brunette who will sing along to every song

[dilanfieraru]

for: @marcusacosta​ location: farmer’s market

He’d been watching her for about fifteen minutes- not something that she’d usually notice, but the gaze was blatant, with confused brows drawn together while he followed her through the market. Still, Dilan went about her tasks, picking up vegetables, a loaf of bread, a few flowers from a raven haired beauty who blushed when their fingers brushed during the exchange. She’d just picked up a cup of orange juice and was sipping it when she wheeled around, realizing he’d gotten much closer. Her own gaze swept appraisingly down his figure, noting high cheekbones and full lips, paired with the snug fit of cotton on a lean torso. A smile drew on her mouth and lashes the colour of an oil spill flicked up as she finally caught his eye. “See something you like?”

[rorykent]

location: Mercy’s Bistro; closed: @marcusacosta​

“Okay, what about this guy?” the words offered as she tilted her screen in Marcus’ direction. The pair was settled in one of the back booths at Mercy’s Bistro, counting down the minutes before needing to be on the clock once more. “No hats or mustaches. He’s not 6’5 but he’s decently tall. He’s employed – we like that.” 

[rorykent]

“Care to have a saint on your arm the night of?”

She had almost asked him to the party countless times, the invitation resting on the tip of her tongue in every interaction only to have chickened out each time. They were dating – the word in air quotes; not yet together, but two people who went on dates. But asking him to accompany her to a friend’s birthday felt more personal, like a step forward in their relationship, one that had spooked ghosts of boyfriends past for being asked too soon. So she’d kept from asking Marcus, hoping instead that their paths would inevitably cross at some point in the evening.

And then he’d asked her. A level of comfort offered through the brief text. That they were okay, that the interest was mutual. That he liked her. It was a high she was riding through the course of the night. He liked her. He liked her. He –

had Len seated on his lap for a photo.