#shghfh

can smell her from miles away, strong scent of her nauseating perfume allowing him to be sort of able to figure out when she’s gonna be walking through that door. it’s as if he’s prepared for that very moment, sat on her fancy couch like a dusty statue, in a near poetic role reversal. a (surely expensive) blanket is draped over the shoulders, blonde locks dangling from underneath the humongous hat he found lying around while nonchalantly violating her privacy. the door opens. adam doesn’t budge, arms crossed over the chest as she enters, eyes barely moving in her direction. the greeting comes out in form of what could be an emotionless attempt at boosting his own self-esteem: “d’i look beautiful?”