𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟎 | 𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘, 𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃

as you left dennis’ wee shop, a bag of chocolates in hand, you spotted david across the road. he was putting up posters for his band’s next gig.

immediately, you ran a hand through your hair, adjusted your eyeliner, fixing your appearance.

he spotted you, and gave you a little lopsided smile, an unlit cigarette hanging in between his fingers. and when he spoke, his accent was gorgeous

“got a light?”