I’ll be the.. || Bailey
The text had been typed within a few seconds and a small laugh followed as he clicked the button to send the message to Bailey. “I just went to the diner and you weren’t there to bring me pancakes and syrup so I left, which means you need to find a way to rectify this entire situation. I have a really good kitchen in my apartment.” Kol had sought friendship with the girl through Finley, and then when he’d stumbled into the diner at gone 4am after the worst shift known to man, and she had been the first face he’d set eyes on when his eyes had readjusted to the bright lights of the diner in comparison to the dark night he’d escaped from, Kol had sought comfort in the fact that her face was the one he’d see no matter the hour, no matter the shift, and now tonight she hadn’t been there and the comfort was shaken. Sitting back on his sofa he knew it was just a matter of waiting for a reply, and in hopes that she would take the hint to come through to his apartment, if not, it was looking like pancakes for one.