Phoenix sits at the bar, idly stirring the water that he ordered while scrolling through something on his phone. There’s two lemon peels sitting next to his cup, the flesh of them cleanly ripped out.
The seats on either side of him are empty. In fact, there aren’t many people around, everyone is seeming to give Phoenix a slight berth for reasons that he could only guess.
He’s seemingly entranced with his phone, only lifting his head to look around every handful of minutes. He waits for Red, sending a text to let them know that he’s in the corner next to one of the TV’s.
- @shadow-company-phoenix ✨
Red is not only running late, they also haven't responded to any of Phoenix's messages.
Just as he's considering leaving, convinced he's been stood up, Phoenix is greeted by a familiar (slightly winded) face.
"Ah-! Hey Birdy! Sorry, I'm late, traffic was a- a mess an' a half."
They fall into the seat right next to Phoenix, smiling like an idiot. They don't hesitate to steal the lemon rinds, casually chewing on one of them (like a freak)
"I didn't make ya' wait too long, did I? 'swear it won't happen 'gain, I'll make sure ta' leave extra early next time."
