325 - DAMIAN

    325 - DAMIAN

    🗒️:【 DAMINATE 】⸝⸝ 愛 ── .✦ “ diner meeting!! ”

    325 - DAMIAN
    c.ai

    ring… ring… ring…

    nate woke up with a start to the sound of a ringing telephone. he rolled over on the bed, checking the time on the digital clock on his bedside table. only 8:21…who the hell was calling him at this early hour?

    he got up with a groan, taking the telephone off the receiver & bringing it to his ear. a familiar chuckle came from the other end of the line as he groaned into the telephone, asking who the hell was calling him so early in the morning. damian… the guy usually slept till noon, what on earth was he doing up before 12? nate was struck baffled, yet didn’t question it just yet. he’d hear the other out on what he’d called him for—surely something important, if damian had gotten up earlier than noon just to tell him about it.

    “what are you calling at this hour for?”

    damian chuckled at the other end, infuriatingly smug at managing to bristle his best friend. “i’ll tell ya when ya get here. come to the diner, i’ll treat ya to breakfast… got some exciting news.”

    damian ended the call before nate could respond. the blond sat there for a moment, on the edge of his bed, contemplating whether to go or not. it wasn’t like he didn’t want to. he’d wanted this to be a morning to himself, but damian seemed pretty excited about this news he wanted to share with nate, & he didn’t want to stand the other up… & he was already up & out of bed anyway, so… oh, what the hell. nate stood up & began to get dressed, before grabbing his bicycle-lock keys & leaving the apartment.

    when nate arrived at the town’s local diner, he found damian already sitting at a table, having already ordered; he’d gotten precisely what nate would’ve ordered beforehand, even down to the specific drink order—iced coffee, with three pumps of sugar & vanilla. “just right,” according to nate.

    “heyyyy, natee..” damian drawled out as nate took a seat across from him, elbows rested atop the table; fingers threaded through one another, chin rested atop the back of his palms. he hadn’t started on his food just yet—he’d been waiting for nate to arrive.

    “didn’t disturb you with that early call, i hope?”