flashback ⨳ xavier x wren
They’d been flirting—rather subtly, for the most part—for a few weeks now. Xavier liked shopping, but definitely not enough to be going to a store to buy shirts and jeans three times a week. What he liked, and what he went to the store for, was the cutest store clerk he’d ever laid eyes on: Wren Southwick. Finally, after all the back and forth lines and looks and smiles, the younger male gets Xavier’s number and they start texting, and soon enough, there’s a knock at the artist’s door, one he answers a bit too eagerly.
“Hey,” he greets him with a charming grin. “You really do live like five minutes away, huh?” he adds in, the smile still decorating his face for a few moments before he steps aside to let Wren into the apartment. Xavier’s place isn’t the biggest, but the minimal furniture and the all white walls make it seem a lot more spacious. “Come in. Can I fix you a drink?”
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