#wthandrew

charlotte pushed open the front door of andrew’s mansion--she’d always let herself in, even if the door weren’t unlocked that time. “andrew !!” she called out, her voice echoing through the empty halls. she still didn’t fully understand his desire to have almost no furniture but she learned not to question his artistic choices. “where the hell are you?” she mused. “i brought starbucks, and i’m gonna drink yours if i can’t find you in this... void.” char looked around, placing the two cups on the nearest table with a small sigh and taking out her phone. she was positive she’d texted him that she was coming over and bringing drinks with her.