≈ la galleria. with @elijahfalvey
A double date. Oh what fun. Roman had been roped into accompanying Ophelia to dinner, who’s latest guy on the scene had a cousin visiting in town and he didn’t want to leave her home alone. So Ophelia, ever the meddler, offered up Roman for the night. Right in front of everyone, mind you, so Roman couldn’t even say no. That led them to La Galleria, where he found Ophelia’s date was offensive, and his own offensively boring, and Ophelia kicking his leg under the table because he was filling himself up on the complimentary bread basket, because that way he was too busy chewing to engage in conversation.
It was from the distance he noticed a recognizable lanky figure get up and head towards the bathrooms, interest piqued and blood boiling at the sight. He hadn’t seen Elijah since June, and had vowed to keep away especially following the incident with Nilay. But whether it be finding a reason to get out of this date, or following his revelation and conversation with Toni about everything, he found himself getting up and following Eli, not aware of what he was doing until he had swung through the door of the male toilets and pinned his former friend against the nearest wall. “Shame your little girlfriend isn’t here to protect you this time,” He sneered, the anger taking no time at all to bubble up, faces close together. “It’s really a new low, Elijah. Getting her to come over and tell me off for upsetting her poor, defenseless, kept man.”





















