he was sitting at a table inside a coffee shop near campus, enjoying a black coffee. it was something he desperately needed. his energy was depleted from being up so late the previous night, and getting up early that day. laptop was opened and he was working on his notes for his health and disease class. the final exam was approaching quickly and he wasn’t ready yet. he placed his pen down, only to start rubbing his temples. brown irises look up at nothing in particular across the room. as his eyes focus he sees an unfamiliar face. blaine was standing just a few feet from him. he couldn’t help but laugh to himself.
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i don’t even know why I am surprised to see you here. ❞
Blaine shifted the weight of his brown leather satchel from one shoulder to the opposite as he waited for his coffee. A grateful smile was given to the barista when she handed it over. Oh, he’d been looking forward to this since the class before the one that just finished. The smell alone practically made it worth the wait as he pulled the plastic lid off and inhaled a fresh brew. Stopping at the condiment counter, he grabbed a couple sugar packets and was about to sit his coffee down when a familiar voice caught his attention. No way. Awestruck, he glanced over his shoulder at the source, brows shoved together and blinked. Holy… Nick Duval?
“Nick? No way. How? It’s good to see you! How did I not know you were in New York?”
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