[ TEXT SENT 1/29/2020 AT 7PM GMT ]: so, when am i going to get that shirt back?
HittingĀ āsendā, Jun settles into his sofa, still dressed for work and feeling the exhaustion settling in that usually hits him around this time. Thereās a certain degree of excitement, and perhaps a little bit of anxiety as well mixed in with that, and he doesāt quite know what to do with it all in combination. Mia is different. Heās known that sheās different from when theyād met this past weekend, and he knows now that he feels it deeply enough to want to reach out to her with any possible excuse to see her again. Even on another work night. Staying up past his bed time is worth it when itās for her, and he knows that heās probably too intense about it, but thatās just the way that heās functioning when it comes to this.
Dating has always been something that he hasnāt taken too seriously, but somehow, this feels like moreĀ than dating. He tries not to stare at his text app too much as he waits for a response back, scrolling lazily through his twitter instead.










