…y-yes, that works..! *oh god don’t show any anxiety or fear at the idea of watching people through glass or the threat of them looking back. already he’d seen people glancing his way as he walks with her, but he focuses on Roxy, brave for him, strutting out in front of them as if the street were hers and hers alone*
sounds good… w-who was the friend who took you…?
“Oh his name is Gustave Myros. Sweet guy. He told me it was his birthday so I suggested to celebrate it and he told me where.” She smiled. “It was pretty fun, though slightly awkward because he kept thanking me every little while.”
She brought out her camera and sprinted ahead a little, walking backwards and taking a picture of Jack as he walked. “That was a good shot!”
*he? he. of course he. of course she has guy friends, why wouldn’t she? she’s nice, polite, pretty, fun to be around. god. what was he thinking? but he smiles at her, before blinking in surprise when she takes his photo and he turns purple, and tugs his blue scarf around his neck a bit*
y-you think so?
Jack Maple 