#;wipseth

Moving to a small town was, so he was told - boring, but good for his business. The lack of lawyers really meant that they had one option to go with - Levi - and it helped build his credibility up... but God, he really wished he was in New York, or some other bustling city. It always made him feel out of place. Especially with how thought out his clothes always were, compared to small town people’s sense of fashion, which... for the most part, truly put an ache in his chest. It’d only been six months, and it was possible he was getting too whiny too quickly, but really, that wasn’t a rarity for the boy. The gay bar was the most fun he’d really had, and even a regular bar once or twice where he somehow convinced the incredibly naive that he was possibly even thirty percent straight. Still, as much as Levi could get around, at the end of the day, he craved an actual relationship. Someone beside him... to do whatever he wanted, maybe, but also love him unconditionally. It was what dragged his sad soul to a speed dating event in the first place, his shoulders slumped. The pairs were mixed, which was probably supposed to be seen as a good thing, but for Levi made any of the girls that sat down across from him all the more annoying. He’d suddenly realized his mistakes, but he was forced to suffer through bad match after bad match... he hadn’t even looked up until the bell was rung, glancing up and... well, he still didn’t speak. He just stared. Blatantly stared at the other across from him with his breath caught in his throat. When he realized he was wasting time, and probably making a fool of himself, he tilted his chin up slightly, looking Seth up and down - or whatever he could see over the table between them. “I must say, I can’t really decide who’s more surprising to see here. Me, or you.”