@maverickxcallahan.
Dimitri waltzed his way through the streets of Westbrook, designer sunglasses perched on his nose despite it fucking snowing outside. It was more than amusing watching everyone fall on their ass thanks to the sudden slip of ice or the unfamiliar patch of snow. While Dimitri mocked, he turned on his heel and caught sight of Maverick Callahan. Lips parted in surprise, his foot gave out underneath him and he, like the rest, fell smack on his ass. Wincing — and whining over his ruined, high-priced jeans — Dimitri damn near scrambled to act like he hadn’t fallen. Tugging someone down as a means to get up, he smoothed over his shirt before making his way quickly to Maverick. “Mav!” He called, and came to a shaky, sliding stop. “You... So... So this weather, huh?”