@cvastals | lara williams . | kahlo’s cafe .
his tongue is poked out slightly, using the organ to test the temperature of his coffee before growing a pair hefty enough to actually take a sip. although that pair shrank when his blue hues glanced upward to see lara walk into the cafe. “ lara , hey ! ” it was immediate, a habitual greeting that he forced out for fear that he would, instead, say nothing. barely giving the girl time to fully walk in. and yet, so far so good; there was no quiver in his voice like usual when he first approaches her. he stands from where he was sat, abandoning all of his belongings - laptop, cell phone, shitty anime drawings and all - at the table. “ i wanted to ask you something, . ” he starts, before even getting close to her . “ so like a year ago i - well, i don’t know if you remember, but i went to splash zone and i think - it was last year - i think i left my sunglasses somewhere near the slide you work at ? i was wondering if maybe you’ve seen them ? ” he wouldn’t define the conversation starter as a lie, by the way, especially because he had lost a pair of sunglasses at splash zone when he was a kid. instead, an excuse. “ they’re not that important, well, they were my grandad’s but he’s got alzheimer’s so it’s not like he’ll remember. ” a pause, an awkward grin forming across his lips. “ i’m kidding ! about the alzheimer’s, he doesn’t - anyway, how are you ? ”