@notyourlabrats
Standing in line to place his order, Ignis casts another baleful glare at his phone, where yet anotherĀ text notification appeared. That was five now. Five, within the last three minutes. Not counting the eight he woke up to, and another seven on the way to get breakfast. It was far too early to put up with this nagging, he hadnāt even gotten coffee yet (his machine had finally bit the dust last week, forcing him to get overpriced āartisanalā coffee concoctions from a cafe until he could get a replacement.) He rolled his eyes and clicked the button to turn the screen off before sliding the phone back into his jacket pocket as the line moves forward, allowing him to step up to an empty register.
Once his order is entered and paid for, he makes his way towards the pickup area, pulling his phone back out when he feels it buzz from another notification.
< I *will* come find you if you donāt answer me.
His scowl deepens and he taps out a quick response.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Stay wherever the hell it is you are, and leave me be. >
The barista calls out several orders over the din of the cafe, his among them. He moves towards the counter to grab his coffee and tart before heading into the dining area, glancing around for an unoccupied table. As his gaze travels past the group of people entering through the main entrance of the cafe, his eyes snap back to one man in particular and he bites back a curse.
āSorry, love, just need to borrow this spot for a bit.ā It was pure luck that he was right by a booth with only one occupant, but he would count his blessings later; right now, he needed a place to hide. Practically diving into the empty side, Ignis slouches down as far as he can to make sure he canāt be seen over the back of the booth and sends a quick prayer to whatever may be listening for his luck to continue, that he wasnāt spotted by the one person in the entire city he just could not stand to talk to right now.
