[Glances up at the menswear ad walking straight toward him, trying not to book it out of the nearest fire escape. Mentally hovering over "This Ad is not relevant to me" and instead chooses to brave this out. Idia clutches at his crossbody bag until the strap digs uncomfortably into the tender flesh of his palm. Deep. Breaths.
Idia nods in return.]
(This macho stuff is so not my style. What even is the way I'm moving right now? Get a grip, Idia. Put your hands in your pockets. God can this be over...)
Uh, yeah, no problem. I got here way early anyway, so...
(Aaah I got too anxious and overestimated how long it'd take to get here. Again. Always trust GPS! Computers never lie!)
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Idia nods in return.]
(This macho stuff is so not my style. What even is the way I'm moving right now? Get a grip, Idia. Put your hands in your pockets. God can this be over...)
Uh, yeah, no problem. I got here way early anyway, so...
(Aaah I got too anxious and overestimated how long it'd take to get here. Again. Always trust GPS! Computers never lie!)