#sienna01

He was sitting down on the outside tables of the Blue Frog Café, finally having found a common free time with Sienna, a friend from his childhood he used to be close to before she left Greywood and even after she returned a few years ago, helping him out with the initial years with Sofia, then being one of the few he actually talked to about it once they broke up. Honestly, she was like a second sister. "Late as always," he grinned as she slid the chair back to take the seat. "Let me guess, another surprise last minute kid with a sprained ankle in the emergency room?" he joked, though he didn't mind one bit whenever she was late because of work. Just as he loved his job he knew others did, plus hers was kind of important.

He saved his files and powered down his Macbook and returning it to his soft-sided leather briefcase. It had been a present from his mother when he got accepted to Columbia and it was one of those things he knew he shouldn’t be just carrying around, but he liked having it with him all the same. Phillip stood up and pushed through the crowded coffee house toward the exit but found himself double taking at the sight of another patron standing in line. “Sisi?” The name left his lips in a questioning tone because could it really be? He couldn’t exactly place the last time he’d seen her but it had been too long.  // @fcksvenna

He walks in, a man with a look that says ‘I’ve been shoplifting since I was 10′, eyeing the other customers and the merchandise. Meandering thru, his gaze never seems to settle-- never seems to really be looking where it seems like it should. His lips twitch compulsively --trying not to laugh or a tic. He sidles up to her, head turned to her but eyes elsewhere, muttering like they know each other from Adam.   “So what’s a guy gotta do so see the really good shit huh?”