𝐈. NARRATIVE. › … 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞 .
𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 , seb noticed a small food truck that was selling coffee . perhaps it was the drainage he felt from working all night the night before or maybe it had something more to do with what he had done prior to working . either way , he needed a pick me up and coffee seemed like just the thing . ⏤ getting up to the line , he started to eye the menu that was posted to the side of the truck . eyes squinting as he pulled the glasses that were hanging around the hem of his shirt . placing them on , he pushed them up the brim of his nose . a little fun fact about seb . . . he didn’t actually need the glasses he pretended to desperately need . ( but that was a burning secret . . . ) some of the smoke and mirrors that seb put up . despite going on rampage after rampage about how he was the least fake person in the vicinity . ❛ fuck , they have croissants . ❜ he mumbled under his breath as he looked at the menu . a small glance at the person behind him . ❛ think they’ll give half off the croissant if i by a large coffee ? ❜ ╱ @mvstique .
