for: @pcrennial. date: january 7, 2040. location: outside buchanan’s gala, in the garden near the water fountains.
he’s in dire need of a distraction seeing how this evening has turned out to be everything but what he has anticipated. the mere idea of a pool of invited journalists writing up news articles in their heads as the serum was presented to the world is enough to put zayid off the desire to step into his office for the next fifteen weeks—he can’t even imagine the sheer level of chaos that the marketing department must be currently suffering from.
in the silence that pervades the garden, a hushed noise captures his attention. zayid tears his pensive gaze away from the water show presented by the fountains, only to come face to face with an all too familiar face. “crowd got to you?” he questions idly with a hand thrown over his shoulder, thumb pointing into the direction of the gala while a wry grin traces his features. “i’m better company anyway.”
