he's been standing in front of the barbecue sauces at the sauce aisle completely flummoxed for what feels like enough time for fresh paint to dry. two people have already come and gone , mercifully without comment , but the third's been lingering at his flank long enough that he's starting to feel certain he's being watched.
" if i pick the wrong one, am i quietly judged or publicly exiled ? i’m trying to understand the stakes. " / @softnote : simone










