@terorisuto
How odd, realizing that Elliott was no longer the newest member of Pelican Town. His steps through town slowed as he left the bridge, brow furrowing when he saw a familiar head of light hair that he’d seen a few times before now - but never with a name. Just the awareness hat new gossip fodder - the town’s favorite - had arrived.
Perhaps they’d stop whispering about the author nestled in his beach cottage who so rarely left, then, and why he continued to live there in a single room even after achieving such success with his debut.
The stranger stood unmoving on the street, his back to Elliott, and after a few moments of hesitation Elliott approached, making sure he stepped loudly enough that his fine shoes clicked on the cobblestones - he never did much enjoy surprising people, especially given his own size towering over most others.
“And what are we observing today?” he asked with a warm smile down at the man as he came to a stop beside him, waiting to get a good look at his face for the first time.
