Aug 19, 2019
what is my life? sliding into a booth in a restaurant alone, pulling out psychology notes to study -- on a friday night. a hand feathers over his gently coiffed hair as he sighs. welcome to being an adult. he tugs the pen from his spiral but instead of looking immediately at his notes, he peers around the restaurant, pen tapping lazily on the tabletop. soon a waiter spots him and comes by to wait on him, and blaine’s eyes squint as he watches him approach. “ i ... know you. tisch, right? ”
&. | @aussiestar asked for a starter
