#izzyadore

Mateo slides into the seat across from his sister just as he slides his cigarettes out of view and into his pocket. It’s a habit he had said he was trying to stop and completely lied about it. Now he’s just doing it in secret, well more secret than he was before. “Hey, thanks for meeting up with me here.” He grabs the menu and starts to scan it, unsure of what he wants to eat, but feeling breakfast even though this is considered a late lunch. “I just didn’t want to talk in the palace, the walls have ears you know?”

      ‘ it’s gotta be my dazzling personality. i’m a real delight to be around. ’

      ‘ blini. i’m not religious, but my parents are, so during maslenitsa we’re eating them constantly and i never get tired of it. they’re also really good paired with bellinis. ’

Mateo was laying on his bed, book propped open on his bed. He wasn’t actively avoiding the world, except he was. “I can feel you staring, just come in Izzy. You know my door is always open for you.” And secretly he wouldn’t mind the distraction. Shutting his book with a sigh, he rolls over and pats the bed next to him. “Come on. You know you wanna join me and talk.”