lumiere, darling | elleo
Elliot ruffled his fingers through his hair, taking one last look in the mirror before pulling himself away long enough to forget what he looked like and stepped back in front of his reflection. A white, short sleeved shirt replaced the cotton sweaters he liked to wear, but his blue jeans still clung to his legs as if they would never come of.
Sixteen minutes past and Elliot was late. Being late was never a good thing for him. In a rush, he forgot his phone and one of his black Vans remained untied as he left his frilly apartment and hustled down the stairs--good thing he was on the second floor. He pushed open the front, glass doors with a huff and looked to see Leo leaning up against the wall. He ran his fingers through his now disheveled hair and grinned, pushing back whatever voice that scolded him for being a two minutes and thirty-six seconds late.
“Hi.”