Mateo
who are these people?
I just woke up in my underwear
I just woke up in my underwear
Mateo is out, it's true, but Petunia is in, laying like a loaf on the back of their sofa and watching Everest with judging blue eyes. Before she has a chance to ask him what he's doing via a tangle around the legs, though, Mateo does breeze in. Today his curls are knotted up in a casually messy man-bun, and he's wearing a black shirt and pants and his florist's apron. "Il negozio è occupato oggi," he says with a huff of a sigh, before brightening at the sight of his friend.
"Are you home early? Or late?" he wonders, pausing to scritch Petunia behind the ear (she swats at his hand) before approaching the boxes that Ever has set down. "Ooo, did my Amazon orders come?" Whatever they might be is a mystery. Odds are even Mateo doesn't remember.
"Are you home early? Or late?" he wonders, pausing to scritch Petunia behind the ear (she swats at his hand) before approaching the boxes that Ever has set down. "Ooo, did my Amazon orders come?" Whatever they might be is a mystery. Odds are even Mateo doesn't remember.
no liquor left on the shelf
I should probably introduce myself
I should probably introduce myself
