#jordanmitchell

where: when in rome, valentine's day

On his second read of the menu, Silas is still only able to decipher sixty percent of it. The mix of Italian and English would have made that more understandable if he wasn't as perplexed at some of the translations as he was the Italian.

It didn't matter much, it would be hard for him to go wrong with any type of pasta.

He lowers the menu enough that Jordan can see his eyes over it as he looks at her with some suspicion.

where: four leaf

"I feel like I'm the only person on theme," Mack complains once Jordan had drifted close enough to him to be within earshot. If it hadn't been her path, he would have tried out his lasso skills in ensuring that she didn't accidentally pass him by.

He's swinging the very same lasso in a contained circle so he didn't accidentally whip someone within in elbowing distance of him, shaking his head at the general congregation around him.

"First New Years, now this. I gotta stop going all out when nobody's matching my freak."

where: jordan’s crib that silas refers to as his too cause #squattersrights 

"Not so fucking loud,” Silas requests, words muffled by the pillow that was covering his face as he lay strewn across the couch. Jordan’s footsteps had disturbed the slumber he had fallen into a half hour prior, which was needed after the carnage of the last week of his life. An impromptu visit to Portland had stretched out longer than he intended, and he had wondered by day four if she was back in VC thinking that she had seen the last of him. 

( He had hoped so, it would make seeing her again sweeter. ) 

Removing the pillow, he lets it rest on his stomach as he looks up at her from his upside down vantage point, still getting accustomed himself to their hostage like roommate situation. 

where: under the sea prom