[LOG]
Who: Ishida Yamato, Takenouchi Sora
When: November 8: 5 PM
Where: Where Sora works, cafe, elsewhere?
What: Yamato's picking Sora up from work--UNEXPECTEDLY?!
With shades pulled over his eyes, and with only a leather jacket and checkered blue scarf between him and the cold, Yamato had found himself waiting in front of her workplace. He had no business standing there, looking as if he was waiting for someone as he took out a pack of cigarettes and slipping one out but... well? He was. The Ishida man tugged his blond locks back from his face, and fixed his fringe as he glanced at the door before reaching for a lighter.
She got out at 5, right?
She had mentioned it to him for a reason, right?
Yamato flicked the flint on the lighter and takes a drag on his cig to light it. He frowned a little and crossed his arms, leaning back against the cement wall of the building. He thought about sending her a text, but she would be out soon, right? Besides, she probably couldn't text during work, and he still wasn't so good at doing that kind of thing, anyway. He blew the smoke out and sighed a bit, wondering if he should even be here.
When: November 8: 5 PM
Where: Where Sora works, cafe, elsewhere?
What: Yamato's picking Sora up from work--UNEXPECTEDLY?!
With shades pulled over his eyes, and with only a leather jacket and checkered blue scarf between him and the cold, Yamato had found himself waiting in front of her workplace. He had no business standing there, looking as if he was waiting for someone as he took out a pack of cigarettes and slipping one out but... well? He was. The Ishida man tugged his blond locks back from his face, and fixed his fringe as he glanced at the door before reaching for a lighter.
She got out at 5, right?
She had mentioned it to him for a reason, right?
Yamato flicked the flint on the lighter and takes a drag on his cig to light it. He frowned a little and crossed his arms, leaning back against the cement wall of the building. He thought about sending her a text, but she would be out soon, right? Besides, she probably couldn't text during work, and he still wasn't so good at doing that kind of thing, anyway. He blew the smoke out and sighed a bit, wondering if he should even be here.