coffees and clichés
[text to: sio 💪 💕 ]: i’m here! i grabbed us a window seat x
Thumb hovering over the screen of her phone, Stevie grappled with the usual twist of nerves in her stomach as she tried to work out if she should send another text. Stupid girl. As if she cares how many texts you send! She narrowed her eyes, subtly reaching under the table to give her own knee a tight squeeze. As if she needed the demon’s intrusion at a time like this! So far, they’d had an unspoken agreement that it was the one area of her life that it wouldn’t meddle in, but that wasn’t exactly a binding contract. “J-just be quiet, alright? Haven’t you g-got, uh, anything better to do?” Really, it was like living in a terrible sitcom - Llynhurst’s own Two and a Half Men.
With an air of determination, she finally let her phone screen flick to darkness and set it purposefully on the table, feet tapping agitatedly beneath her chair. Stop fidgeting, girl. You look like you’ve been stood up. “N-not helpful, surprisingly. If I’d w-wanted your, uh, opinion, I’d h-have run my outfit choices p-past you.” Pleased with her own comeback, her pensive expression finally broke into a lopsided smile as the bell above the door jangled.
