The moon she is lurking, the clock it stopped working
At a quarter past three
At a quarter past three
Callum laughs at her admission, shaking his head. "I'm sure your wardrobe is much more interesting than mine," he admits. "I have pretty much the same shirts, just in varying shades of boring." That, and he tends to reach for his favorites more than anything new he might purchase - which is why several of the shirts in his bag still have the tags on them. "You probably have, what - a different pair of shoes for every occasion?"
Her rejection is taken in stride, a dramatic sigh falling from Callum's lips. "Ah, yes, and I couldn't blame him," he says. "I suppose you thinking I'm handsome will be my consolation prize." He winks, though, and nods at her offer. "That'd be great. Keep me from replacing these with more things I don't need." There are, after all, many different vendors hawking their wares, and it's all too easy to be swept up in a shopping spree.
"So, does the boyfriend have a name?"
Her rejection is taken in stride, a dramatic sigh falling from Callum's lips. "Ah, yes, and I couldn't blame him," he says. "I suppose you thinking I'm handsome will be my consolation prize." He winks, though, and nods at her offer. "That'd be great. Keep me from replacing these with more things I don't need." There are, after all, many different vendors hawking their wares, and it's all too easy to be swept up in a shopping spree.
"So, does the boyfriend have a name?"
There's something dancing here in the shadows
And I wish it were us
And I wish it were us
Callum
