the hotel is under “claire.” don’t be late. those 8 words had been echoing in your mind for what felt like hours, and with how long you spent getting ready, it very well might have been. those words came from a text ellie, your “girlfriend?” (neither of you knew the label of your relationship, but that’s a problem for later) had sent.

she wanted to see you before her show, get her hands on your hips, her tongue deep between yo- she just needed to see you. soon. but now the show had passed, she’d gotten back to her hotel room, and changed into a pair of pajamas. all this time and still, no sign of you.

ellie was starting to get frustrated, but a hesitant knock at the door pulled her out of that building annoyance. the door swings open and there you are, looking angelic as always.