#ty:isla

A habit of reaching for his vape, disappointment that it's not there and his hand is now resting in an empty pocket as he catches some fresh air. "I think it's going good. Olive seems happy, I think the she said the guy she's with is an ER nurse so their shifts align a lot." He shrugs as they discuss his sisters current date in their shared language, anything to get a break from speaking English. "What about you? I haven't caught a good glimpse of the man you're with." Age appropriate, he hopes but he leaves that out.

If he didn't feel out of his element before, he does now. The nicest jeans he owns and a plain t-shirt underneath his winter jacket, next to Isla as they patiently wait to be seat at... What play are they seeing? He looks at the ticket before sliding it back into his pocket. Now that he thinks about it as he glances over at her, he feels more bodyguard than friend but he also would rather be her guest than whatever creep she tells him about. "When was the last time you went to a play?"