#demichu

where: noelle's friendsgiving

"Is that actual wine?" Atlas asks like a doubting apostle at the Last Supper, eyeing the glass in the woman's hand like it might turn out to be cranberry juice. His own contained something that he thought was going to be a daiquiri, only to find it was all strawberry and no kick.

where: oceania bookshop

With a book in hand that he had ordered in to collect for his nephew, Keo perused the vibrant book covers of the bound pages he most likely would never read, judging each by it's cover until he spotted someone familiar in his peripheral.