FIVE
I tried to straddle the line between looking effortlessly put together and putting too much effort into it, as you do. Whatever, though, just…whatever.
Russia walks into the shop, wearing the same coat, a darker wash of jeans, and a smile for me like we’ve known each other for much longer than we actually have.
Three weeks have passed since I finished up the vegvisir on his inner forearm, and November is coming to a close, but there’s still freezing rain forecasted for tonight and the walk to my car is going to make me want to strap on some skates instead of changing into my chunky (and super warm) boots and braving the outside.
The shop feels hot now, the air dry enough that we try to combat it with at least forty-two humidifiers around the place, trying to keep our skin and nasa
