For the tenth time, Sabriel checked his phone—and it was still 1:52 PM. For the tenth time, he tucked his phone into the back pocket of his pants, and for the tenth time, he told himself to chill out. He had already seen the apartment, and he knew that he liked it, and he knew that he wanted it. The realtor had given him the go ahead to show the place to his future roommates himself, and Sabriel figured that was best.
The problem was he didn't know his soon-to-be roommates very well, and was meeting them in person for the first time around 2 PM.
He'd texted and spoken to them on the phone, of course, and he liked them so far—but his head had jumped ahead to all the terrible possible outcomes of meeting face to face, as well as all the terrible possible unforeseen circumstances of living with other people.
Sabriel pushed his glasses up higher on his nose. He toyed with the inside of his lip ring with his tongue. Resisting the urge to check his phone again, he shoved his hands into the deep pockets of his fall coat and leaned against the solid brick of the apartment building behind him.
@Tom Marvolo Riddle @Marcello Sly
The problem was he didn't know his soon-to-be roommates very well, and was meeting them in person for the first time around 2 PM.
He'd texted and spoken to them on the phone, of course, and he liked them so far—but his head had jumped ahead to all the terrible possible outcomes of meeting face to face, as well as all the terrible possible unforeseen circumstances of living with other people.
Sabriel pushed his glasses up higher on his nose. He toyed with the inside of his lip ring with his tongue. Resisting the urge to check his phone again, he shoved his hands into the deep pockets of his fall coat and leaned against the solid brick of the apartment building behind him.
@Tom Marvolo Riddle @Marcello Sly