@whitexleather
┇ ❝ Ma’am, “ firm but gentle is his voice as he offers a hand; in his loosely closed palm, keys. “ You dropped them when you ordered your coffee. “ A grey backpack is tossed over his shoulder, the other hand holding his own cup of espresso, and pressed between elbow and ribcage is a thick yellow folder of exams he’s meant to grade until the end of the month. He just can’t be bothered to sit at home any longer, too much solitude and he looses his mind.













