#evaniemay

Nate had all but given up on being social. He was overwhelmed, disheveled, and ready for the night to be over, but just in case someone from the family called to see ‘how things were going’ he knew he couldn’t leave until midnight. It wasn’t an easy task to find a place to hide in, but he’d somehow managed it. It looked like it was a small office and he was sure someone simply forgot to lock the door, but Nate slipped inside and pulled out the thin book of poems, worn and littered with writing in the margins, taking out his pen and tapping it to his lip as he sat back and set to relaxing. Three pages in and the door burst open, causing Nate to fall back out of the chair with his heart racing and Cosmo licking his face. His heart rate only slowed as he looked up and saw a girl- or a young woman rather, not the ghosts of his past. Though he hadn’t moved, he groaned out a quick, “You all right, miss?”