les has been on hold since he pressed the button for his floor, which has allowed him to conduct a fun little social experiment. every day, he enters cursing into his phone, distracted beyond retrieval. he hasn’t failed to notice, however, that every day, this individual joins him. has long since given him the impression of someone itching to introduce themselves.
he fakes the call as they descend: ‘mmhm’s and ‘no’s and enough ‘fuck’s to keep it convincing.
and this guy, from stories high right down to the lobby, has allowed his gaze to wander toward and linger on lesley for a suspect amount of time. he turns his phone into his shoulder, draws his eyebrows to his hairline, and looks at him, properly, for the first time. smug as fucking ever.
‘ want a picture? ’
@narractor!
