PROSE MODE.
The major disadvantage of spirit wine. You only get fragments of your memory the next day. Horace was freaking out, it already seemed like Kristyn didn't like him, what the hell did he do after calling her beautiful? Was she so pissed that she had to leave him on the cold floor like that?
Kristyn didn't bring up the issue or act uneasy around him though. She probably couldn't care less about his feelings. They met up during the week to put together the finishing touches on their project, it came out better than she expected.
She was nonplussed by how talented he was.
The door to the indie cafe swung open, Horace's hair gleaming golden in the sunlight from a recent shower. Scanning through the tables, he sighted her by the window that overlooked a gaming arcade.
She hummed along to a tune on her ear pods, her teal-colored nails encased around a lollipop. She sketched the vase of flowers on the table on her drawing tablet.
