( closed for @smatua ) – harley stole a last glance at his phone before jogging across the road to bloom beauty. the last time he was at here, he’d forgotten his keychain with the spare key to the garage. he already needed to explain the disaster of his and solomon’s fundraiser to his ma; he didn’t need to explain why there was now a spare key to their shop floating around somewhere in cape hazel too. harley tried to push down the budding panic as he entered the brightly-lit store and made a beeline for the counter. “theo? hey, you back there?”










