𝐈𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 , he's not really a big festival person ! it's just a little too loud for him , there's a little too many people -- and frankly : he spent like two days here , and he's already getting behind on his schoolwork because apparently using ‘ our island's having an island-wide festival ’ just isn't a good enough excuse ? apparently ?
and yet ! here he is . sipping on a pink lemonade and waiting for his order number on his food . he's checking his email , admittedly a little bit distracted , when he goes over to the desk after hearing his number called along with another . he shoves his phone into his pocket before picking up the tray , pausing when he realises . oh . oh shit , this is not in fact my order . he turns slightly to the girl next to him . “ crap , i'm really sorry , i think i took yours -- ” he offers her the tray in his hands , ears going pink in embarrassment .