#thread: exes

They’d been flirting—rather subtly, for the most part—for a few weeks now. Xavier liked shopping, but definitely not enough to be going to a store to buy shirts and jeans three times a week. What he liked, and what he went to the store for, was the cutest store clerk he’d ever laid eyes on: Wren Southwick. Finally, after all the back and forth lines and looks and smiles, the younger male gets Xavier’s number and they start texting, and soon enough, there’s a knock at the artist’s door, one he answers a bit too eagerly.

“Hey,” he greets him with a charming grin. “You really do live like five minutes away, huh?” he adds in, the smile still decorating his face for a few moments before he steps aside to let Wren into the apartment. Xavier’s place isn’t the biggest, but the minimal furniture and the all white walls make it seem a lot more spacious. “Come in. Can I fix you a drink?”

It’s not that Xavier doesn’t know any better—he’s perfectly aware that Wren frequents this bar, he knows there’s a good chance he could bump into him there. That’s precisely why he finds himself sitting at the bar, drinking alone, just in hopes that maybe he’ll get to see him. It’s not subtle, it’s not sane, but god, he misses him. Xavier’s on his second glass of whiskey when he finally spots the younger man, and he greets him from a distance with his charming smile. “Hey. Fancy meeting you here.”