charlotte scanned the pizzeria looking for elijah's blond hair colour. she pouted a little when she didn't spot him. she'd arrive first and that meant she'd have to sit and wait there awkwardly. that was something she didn't wish to do.
elijah was running behind schedule. ron had questioned elijah about where he was off to on a saturday evening. he knew elijah never left their room on saturdays or sundays.
so when his roommate had gotten showered and dress to go somewhere on this specific saturday, ron had his questions that needed answering.
"where are you going?" he asked.
"out," elijah answered simply.
"with who?"
"a friend."
"what's her name?"
"what makes you sure it's a her?" elijah, still trying to find a shirt, inquired. "what if my friend is a he?"
"you've put on your good pants."
elijah shrugged, "charlotte."
a/n: this might be boring.
