#ofagatas

  ｡･: *   —     the sequences of buses and cars passing through just further tests willow’s thinning patience. she stares at them, blankly, and almost out of envy. their speed, she could only dare to dream, was certainly mocking her and her sad predicament. she was only bluffing really. truthfully, she’s only waited a minute or so - but she couldn’t help but supply the theatrics.     her hand lifted the cup of coffee up to her lips, taking a much-needed sip to relax. her free hand slipped out her phone from her bag and, as quickly as she slipped it out, she rushed it upwards near her ear. she carefully listened to it dial with bated breath as she walked away from the classy restaurant and into a small corner. when she answered, she sighed, very clearly and very obnoxiously. ❝ where the hell are you? you know i hate heading into a restaurant alone, right? ❞ she whined and took a moment to finish her coffee.     ❝ i have a whole lot of tea. hurry it up if you want a fresh batch. ❞ she hummed as she threw her cup in a nearby trashcan. if she wasn’t ready then, now she was completely ready to spill.

     THE THING WITH agata for arlo is that he’s endlessly fascinated by her. the perfect mixture of poised and mysterious, polite and reserved, he’s convinced that she’s one of the most interesting people on this island. like, she doesn’t outwardly say much about herself and though she keeps her private life private, it doesn’t mean she won’t open up if you were to ask. and that’s precisely what arlo wants to do right now, as they sit in her kitchen picking at breakfast pastries near noon. he’s got a book in front of him and his chin resting in his hand while they sit in silence. he glances across the table at the gorgeous blonde and eyes her up for a moment before he sets the book face down, then folds his hands on top of it and leans a bit closer.

     THERE’S A REASON arlo doesn’t drink liquor for pleasure. when he’s drinking liquor, you can always assume arlo is trying to get wasted for one reason or another. tonight happens to be because it’s the end of the summer and his emotions are all over the place— between almost having sex with one of his best friends, another opening up to him about their past and arlo admitting his love for a man that has since left the country for a year, it’s safe to say that arlo has no fucking clue what else to do besides get wasted and hope to shut his thoughts down for a second. and arguably, that seems to be working because all he can focus on is making his way outside of the club, his hand feeling against the wall as if the rest of the room is on fire and he can’t see through the smoke. he staggers outside and instantly reaches into the pocket of his denim jacket for a cigarette when he spots a girl a few feet ahead of him. the night has turned brisk quite quickly; it feels like a storm might be brewing.