#imnanamused

➊ an everyday note

#a friendly reminder from sam that i should go read#this book man

"Is that a mirror in your pocket? Because I can see myself in your pants." 

"I — um, what?" Savannah stuttered over her words, her eyes widening as Blake spoke, shaking her head gently. She knew something was wrong, he would never speak to her like that if he was sober. He knew her history, knew how things like that made her uncomfortable. He would never purposefully make her uncomfortable. Savannah peered around the boy in front of her, her stomach sinking at the smell inside of his apartment, and the other man sitting in his living room.

"Blake are you high?" She hissed, her eyes narrowing, darting over his face. "You reek," she coughed gently, shaking her head and taking a step back from him. So much for spending the afternoon together, she thought to herself, sighing inwardly. It wasn’t his fault. She was fully aware that he smoked, and she’d never explicitly asked him to stop. It was something that helped him, and she’d only asked him not to do it when she was around. And really, she’d surprised him by dropping by, he hadn’t been expecting her.