Summer Pub Things // antonin & evan
July was proving to be an entirely different month than June in more ways than the obvious. June had been hazy. Days melded into nights, which melded once more into days. Parties and chaffing and unanchoredness. That was June.
July, on the other hand, was firm. Plans were being made. He moved in with Ava. It was still a liminal time for Evan, but unlike in June, he felt like his life was beginning to take shape. His meeting with Antonin was part of that, he felt. Reconnecting with friends as a graduate - maybe he was still riding the high of graduation, but this felt like a new stage of life.
Day drinking seemed like a good place to start.
Evan entered the pub he and Antonin had agreed to in writing, head high and back straight (as always). His mood light, he ordered a solid English cidre at the bar before taking his seat. It was secluded yet near a window, the only little table in that section.
Evan was a touch early, so he settled into reading that day’s Prophet while he waited for his friend’s arrival.
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