#thread; patrick 001

Nico shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, contemplating whether or not this was too weird. A lot of this was still new to her, and she didn’t quite understand the social etiquette to most things. Especially not buying drugs. Something told her she probably should’ve texted first-- asked if it was okay to come over, if he even had anything to sell at the moment, but she’d already driven all the way out to Patrick’s apartment. It would probably be even weirder if she texted him now. No, she’d come out all this way she was just going to knock... in a second or two. Chewing on the inside of her cheek she raised her hand, only to hesitate once more. She could just save herself the embarrassment and head home, but in all honesty she really didn’t want to. She hated being left to her own devices. 

Finally gathering the courage, she knocked on the door, albeit a little too roughly. Silently waiting, she rubbed her now stinging knuckles and hoped that someone was home.

Although Simon had it in him to wake up early, he was keen on taking advantage of those days he didn’t have to. He’d rarely been granted the liberty of sleeping in as a child, and now that he could he tried his best to make the most of it-- except on special occasions. Normally Pat was the one to wake Simon up early with a cup of coffee in hand, but after a particularly grueling project in his class, Simon wanted to do something nice for him. He’d set his alarm, or rather, several alarms to make sure he was awake before Pat was, and had spent the better half of an hour in the kitchen since.’

With one hand holding a plate and the other holding two mugs of coffee, he used his elbow to open the door to Patrick’s room. “Morning,” he called out sitting on the edge of the bed and placing the omelet he’d made on the bedside table. “Hungry? I made you breakfast.”