#mirjamraag

“ who was THAT ? “ it was the first words that came out reggie’s mouth as he bobs his head to peek behind mirjam. he raises brows, “ anyone special ? “ @mirjamraag​

“ NYLANE ! “ he uses three short knocks before trying the handle, disappointed, but not surprised that it was locked. “ i need to use YOUR key to my place. “ he’d forgotten to grab his own before heading to the complex’s gym, and he’d knew he’d always be able to ask nyla anyways. the doors opened to reveal a familiar face, but not the one he expected. “... MIR. “ @mirjamraag

“ nylane wanted me to give this to you. “ he holds out a few hangers of various clothing. it was her unsubtle way of getting reggie and mirjam together, and truthfully, reggie didn’t mind taking the opportunity. he brings a piece of silky fabric up from one of the articles, curiously asking. “ didn’t you wear this in thailand ? “ @mirjamraag

he had meant to keep to himself, but his eyes had wavered over to mirjam for a few seconds too long- and he was caught. now he had to make a decision- look away and pretend he wasn’t staring, or approach her. the latter saved him from the most embarrassment. he coughed, “ i, uh, LIKE this color on you. “ @mirjamraag