Jun 16, 2017
it was about two in the morning and tristan was out and about, wet hair fresh from the shower, looking for some restaurant that was open at this time that wasn’t taco bell, when he spotted @theasucks. he was curious as to what she was doing out so late and alone for that matter – a bit dangerous, no? it felt imperative that he approach her and try to figure it out, so he did. he crossed the street and called out her name before nearing, just so he didn’t freak her out. “how’s it going?” he asked, smile on his face, even if he was more than slightly puzzled, and hands tucked into the pockets of his gym shorts. “it’s like, two am.”
