#greyxjensen

Grey didn’t know why he was there in the diner. Just because some giant, curly-haired oaf--was calling him both giant and an oaf redundant?--texted him and told him he should come to dinner with him. He could have just said no, sure. But he didn’t. He said yes. And now he was sitting in a booth, waiting for the oaf to arrive, fidgeting anxiously and wringing his hands in his lap. {imaginary-muses}