Mateo
If only Sohalia knew what Mateo had been up to himself over the past few weeks; if he cared what people thought of him (even his friends and family), he might be worried about her opinion of him nowadays. For now, though, he's late only because he couldn't adequately scrunch his curls in a way that he found aesthetically pleasing until literally ten minutes ago, and as he swans into the restaurant, he can see that she's already been seated.
Raising a hand in a wave, the botanist exchanges polite conversation with the server before coming to sit across from his friend. Dressed in a crisp white shirt and black slacks, Mateo is vibing with his (mostly) masculine energy today, apparently. "Ciao, bella," he breathes as he sinks down into his chair. "I do hope you have not been waiting for me long. I was caught up in a battle with the mirror, you see."
Raising a hand in a wave, the botanist exchanges polite conversation with the server before coming to sit across from his friend. Dressed in a crisp white shirt and black slacks, Mateo is vibing with his (mostly) masculine energy today, apparently. "Ciao, bella," he breathes as he sinks down into his chair. "I do hope you have not been waiting for me long. I was caught up in a battle with the mirror, you see."
I wanna wake up
Can't even tell if this is a dream
Can't even tell if this is a dream
