Mateo
"I will," Mateo calls. He won't, but that's okay. With the poinsetta to distract him and Ever likely to sleep like a rock until he's roused from his slumber, the florist will spend all the time he likes making the plant look just so. A couple more cookies later and it's well beyond 6.30pm by the time he steps into Ever's room. And even then, Mateo doesn't wake him right away.
First he grabs a shirt and pants from his wardrobe and dresser, setting the outfit to one side; after that, he prepares the products he plans to use to get his friend's hair to look just so. And finally, he makes them both a strong cup of coffee, setting the mugs on the beside table before he reaches out to gently shake Ever by the shoulder. "Rise and shine," he murmurs.
First he grabs a shirt and pants from his wardrobe and dresser, setting the outfit to one side; after that, he prepares the products he plans to use to get his friend's hair to look just so. And finally, he makes them both a strong cup of coffee, setting the mugs on the beside table before he reaches out to gently shake Ever by the shoulder. "Rise and shine," he murmurs.
I'm a scholar and a gentleman
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand