La Lune Bleue

La Lune Bleue
moonstraw city

La Lune Bleue is a bar located near the heart of Moonstraw City. It has a restaurant near the front. It opens at 8pm and closes at 3am each night and welcomes anyone over the age of seventeen.

Arden

seeker for the tutshill tornadoes
paintedred

One of Arden's fellow players on the reserve team (she cannot remember which) insisted earlier that they go out and bond and admittedly, she was quite excited by the idea. However, it's only been an hour and half of them are wasted, so she isn't really sure how this will result in them getting to know each other very well. She supposes that you develop some sort of bond after getting trashed together but Arden herself is not drinking very much. She plans on driving herself home, after all, because apparition is too risky especially when she cannot afford to splinch herself given her career as an athlete. She has just finished giving her friend Layla a pep talk to go hit on some cute stranger, and the other girl had insisted that she come along because 'he has a friend' but Arden rejected the offer. She is not really into that kind of thing anymore, and she has been sitting here nursing a drink at the bar ever since Layla left wondering when this change happened.

Amor Santiago

first year healing student
ateleia

Amor cannot afford La Lune Bleue, but his shitty father sure can. It was a miserable dinner sat at the restaurant portion of the establishment. It appears his mother has been threatening to expose him again due to her desire for him to cover Amor's healing school expenses. All this conversation has done for him is regret enrolling in a program altogether. His insistence that Diego does not assist them has drained him of any desire to even pursue healing. After all, the costs are daunting and he can't stand the thought of it. Perhaps the fact that he was so easily persuaded against the idea is a sign that he should not have pursued it in the first place. By the time his father left, it was late and he had to piss, so he slipped into the other side of La Lune to access the bathroom. When he attempts to exit, he is easily convinced to linger around one of the lounges when a slew of texts come in from his trashed friends. It's a bit embarrassing and all it does is tempt him to not be the sober one. It is so easy to get wasted on the potions he's on, but he resists and instead reaches the bar to order a club soda with cranberry to itch *something*. He can afford one thing.

Arden

seeker for the tutshill tornadoes
paintedred

The arrival of someone new at the bar causes Arden to look up from her phone and to the side to see the new patron, and immediately she recognizes him. How could she not? She considers looking back down and pretending she did not see him, but he is far too important to her and that would also be a coward's move, she thinks. There is a bit of alcohol left in her glass and she downs the rest of it before talking. Her throat burns and she doubts she will be hit so easily, but she will need all the help she can get. She can just drink some water later, she thinks. She opens her mouth before she realizes she cannot exactly open with their typical back and forth; it is probably not very platonic to open with *mi amor*. Instead, she puts on her best grin. "Hey," she says, trying to sound as cool and collected as possible. She feels very nervous, and as her mind races, she realizes that it's been exactly two months since they last spoke.

Amor Santiago

first year healing student
ateleia

Amor was not as intelligent though it's subjective. He doesn't know it's been two months. He doesn't know the date. Somewhere within him those numbers float around, but his mind suppresses them. It was beautiful knowing Arden and being by her side, but remembering her has arguably been terrible to him. Admittedly, he has not wanted to forget about her and has made no attempts to hide her existence from his sight. On principle, Amor no longer wears her ring though it does sit on his nightstand and he moves it between his fingers when staring at his ceiling at night, incapable of falling asleep. Her skateboard rests against his dresser right beside his skates and the remainder of his own board, which he snapped in two the other night. Sometimes he frowns and other times he smiles, but he reacts to it every time he has to grab or toss his skates down again. His Cantisfy is in shambles, not having the heart to listen to the music she would attempt to sing down at the pit. Amor has tried again and again, but he is tearing his earbuds out and staring at his ceiling with angst each time. It is good to have something rattle your bones though, so he doesn't mind. He wishes he was stronger, so he would just *message her*. When her voice cuts through the music, the chaos around them slows. "Hey." Amor turns to Arden, attempting a smile that is at first merely a twitch to the left. "It's been a while."

Arden

seeker for the tutshill tornadoes
paintedred

Everything else has become quiet for Arden. She can only focus on Amor and the sound of her own heart racing. She almost makes a comment about how it's been two months exactly, but she bites her tongue because she does not want to be so obvious that she is still pining for him to the point that she is keeping track of this sort of thing. It is painful not starting with their usual back and forth. It would also be very easy to make a joke about destiny putting them in the same place yet again, but she does not because that is definitely not appropriate either. She suddenly wishes she had more to drink. "It has." she says, just for the sake of saying *something*. The words *I've missed you* are clawing at her throat but she does not know if that is the correct thing to say either. But she *has* missed him, so much to the point it is overwhelming and all that she can think about once she starts that train of thought. "I've been meaning to message you, actually." she adds, which is not a lie. She has been, but there was also a part of her hoping that he would initiate things so that she would be able to gauge how they are supposed to interact and go from there. "But I have been so busy with training and it is so exhausting that I just go home and collapse – I don't think I've been good at keeping in touch with anyone except Div and that's probably because we *live* together." She would have probably kept in touch with Div regardless; she loves her too much. Arden feels awkward talking so much and so carefully but it is better than silence. Awkward silence would probably kill her. "How have you been?"

Amor Santiago

first year healing student
ateleia

"It's fine," he answers, listening to her reasoning though not necessarily accepting it. It matters to Amor that the communication between them went silent. He misses Arden more, or so he assumes. It's difficult to believe that her feelings are as strong as his despite knowing that he is the one who insisted their...fling stopped. Regardless, Amor hasn't had the courage to message her despite wanting to and is therefore no better. He knows that. "Shit, everything's been fine. I was accepted to that St. Mungo's program despite getting a fucking EE in Healing." His jaw tenses, falling into thought. He was waitlisted, but was accepted when too many people opted for other programs. It was a close one, but he doesn't particularly mind that it was. Amor has come to terms with the fact that this Healing program is going to be miserable for him between his parents fighting about financing it and then being the bottom of his class. His passion has started to dwindle before it's even begun. "I haven't seen Hogwarts people in a while, which is fucking fantastic." Amor notices belatedly that Arden is technically a 'Hogwarts person,' but commits to it nonetheless. This blunder wouldn't bother him if not for the fact that it's so painfully disrespectful. "I wish I had caught you sooner though." It's true though he isn't sure he would have been able to manage it, but God help him if he has to see March St. Pierre's short ass ever again or any of those other little shits. Hesitantly, he smiles. It's a bit defeated in comparison to the prideful grin he typically sports, but at least it's there.

Arden

seeker for the tutshill tornadoes
paintedred

As he speaks, Arden moves to the seat next to his so that they can have an easier time hearing each other over the noise coming from the rest of the bar. It is difficult being so near him and not being able to hang off of him or even just play with his hand. She is listening to him but there is a part of her that cannot shake the devastating feeling of being so aware of the distance between them two. It is because she is slightly distracted that the 'Hogwarts people' comment does little to offend her. She does not dwell on it long enough for her to be hurt but it is noteworthy to her because she is glad that he's been able to get space from those friends he hated so much. "Hey, congrats on the healing program! That's fucking amazing." she says, eyes lighting up at the news of his accomplishment. "I guess you'll be busy with that, huh?" She has heard many stories of med students getting so caught up in their studies that they have little time for anything else. She supposes that's why healers typically end up dating other healers, and that thought leads her to try figuring out a tactful way to ask if he is here with anyone. She is curious, sue her. It is exceedingly difficult getting over him and perhaps knowing that he has been able to find someone new will be painful enough to move her along the stages of grief. "It's good that you're able to go out and have fun before it starts. Are you here with your friends?"

Amor Santiago

first year healing student
ateleia

Amor, for one, was not having a difficult time hearing her and his older acquaintances have described him as having 'volume problems.' Her move serves him little except builds the tension in his shoulders. His fingers roll together nervously, instincts flaring up to give his hand over to her. Every part of him misses how her hands would fiddle with his and hold him close. Their closer proximity to one another serves to agitate his hand's loneliness. At least one is occupied by the glass. "Thank you," he answers, sounding unimpressed. He is. His mother and Diego seem set on turning this into something all about themselves. To cope with this, he has chosen not to care about the program altogether or at least for the time being. Amor is irritated by the notion that *this* is him having fun, but chooses not to pounce on her for it. It would be unwarranted. He has spent enough time with this infested werewolf brain to know that it's him being angsty. "*Bro*, I'm not." He laughs though a part of him still aches. "And absolutely the fuck not. Are you kidding? I had dinner with my asshole of a father." Amor doesn't elaborate. It doesn't dawn on him that this is the first time he has seriously mentioned Diego either. "Are you here alone?" After all, she is alone and he doesn't assume people have better social lives than the evidence suggests.

Arden

seeker for the tutshill tornadoes
paintedred

Arden almost frowns, but she is used to controlling her expressions so that she does not upset anyone by being visibly upset. She continues smiling instead, but she cringes at the mention of his father; she does not know much but she is no stranger to issues with parents. "Yikes." she says, "At least the dinner's over now. I'm glad you were able to get through it." Most of Arden's dinners with her mother consist of the latter using her phone then getting mad at Arden when Arden decides to use *her* phone. Not very enjoyable. "My friends dragged me here." she says, "They're a bit busy getting wasted, though. I don't know what they're up to now. I'm not really in the mood to get drunk tonight." She is glad she didn't. Imagine if she ran into Amor while she was drunk? She'd have probably cried or something, then she would never be able to recover from that. She glances at his hands and notices that he is no longer wearing her ring, not that she was expecting him to. She doesn't know what she was expecting. "It's fine. It means I'll be the only one who's not hungover at training tomorrow." Arden laughs, twisting some of the rings that adorn her fingers as if keeping her hands busy will keep herself from reaching out to him.

Amor Santiago

first year healing student
ateleia

Amor laughs, but it devolves into a drawn out nod as he stares down at his cranberry beverage with mild disappointment. He isn't meant to question her quidditch career, right? He doesn't understand it and doesn't want to pester her about something that doesn't seem to bring her much fulfillment. Still, it isn't as if Arden is giving him a wide range of conversations to choose from. "How has training been?" Amor hesitates before reverting his gaze over to her again. "With the Tornadoes. Mum ensured that I caught your name on the draft list." It was not necessarily just the sight of her name that had saddened him at the time. It was his mother's hassling over the matter, ensuring he saw it and pressuring him into messaging her. It has become blatantly clear to Amor from how his mother has handled this situation between him and Arden that she is *not* the holy one in the events that transpired with Diego.

Arden

seeker for the tutshill tornadoes
paintedred

Arden feels her face get hot when he mentions that he had seen her name on the draft list. That is indicative that he has been at least somewhat updated with her life, even if it *was* just because of his mother. "Honestly? It's so fucking exhausting. And we just do the same shit everyday... Though that'll probably change now that I'm actually *on* the reserve team. Hopefully. Maybe they will let me play real games this time." Arden is grinning as she says this. She has transcended being sad over her situation. She does not really know what she would've done aside from Quidditch, and has mostly accepted that this is what she is doing now. The mention of his mom reminds her that the earrings from the yacht club party have actually become one of her favorite pairs. She realizes she is actually wearing them tonight and she turns more noticeably red, her hand involuntarily touching her ear, which she realizes only draws more attention to it. "I can't believe your mom pointed it out to you. It's not a big deal." she says, laughing nervously. "Fuck, it's actually *such* a coincidence that we've run into each other." Realizing she should probably just own her embarrassment, she points it out to Amor, holding out the dangling bit. "See? I'm wearing the earrings she got me. The ones from when we went to my friend's party – do you remember?" Her smile is a lot more genuine now as she recalls the memory, even if she *is* a bit flustered. "That was a fun night." She remembers, too, how she told him beforehand that it was only him she would have ever wanted to go with. It is still very much only him for her.

Amor Santiago

first year healing student
ateleia

"Hopefully," he repeats. Arden appears content with her situation, so he should stop being so afraid of addressing it, he decides. Amor wants to see if she would be willing to notify him when she knows she might get substituted in, but he decides that that is too much. It isn't vindictive, but he remembers how she never watched his figure skating competitions and wonders if that should be a part of their friendship even if it wasn't a part of whenever they were something else. Labelling it is so stressful for him. "Arden, what are you on about? It is to," he pushes. Amor has felt defeated by her wavering confidence time and time again and the memories of said insecurities coming to light run rampant in his mind. He often dwells on what could have been done better from his side before he remembers that he can't force her to be more self-assured. Her mention of the earrings puts a swift and welcome stop to these thoughts. "Do I remember- Shit," he answers, offended if anything. It only caused them so much suffering to get there, but it had been worth it. He remembers embracing her out on the dancefloor, matching earrings shimmering in the light. Amor rolls his shoulders in agitation as if shrugging off the memory of her hands falling into his hair. It doesn't budge, but he doesn't mind really. Smiling at his beverage, he sips it before glancing over at her earrings. He laughs, full of awe as he stares at them and then later Arden herself. "What are the chances of that shit? They're so beautiful." So is Arden, he notes. "I haven't worn mine in a while. Wearing them around the house feels stupid, but it suited the occasion. That night was fucking fantastic, wasn't it?"

Arden

seeker for the tutshill tornadoes
paintedred

"It *was*. I miss it." *I miss us.* Arden is more relaxed now and as a consequence, feeling more bold. She has to consciously restrain herself from reaching out to touch him. Instead, her hand rests on the counter. It is so frustrating – she loves him and she cannot express it properly. She is tempted to ask if he is seeing anyone and subsequently shoot her shot; she feels like it should be painfully clear that she is still stuck on him. She feels as if she is radiating these emotions so obviously, though deep down she knows that is ridiculous and she has given him no clear and upfront indication that she wants to be with him again. God, she wants to, though. "I wear mine nearly all the time." she admits, "They *are* so beautiful, and *you* were the one who gave them to me, so I think they are definitely worthy of being my new favorites." Arden grins when she sees Amor smiling. "Do you still have your ring?" She is deliberate in using the word 'your' instead of 'my'; it *is* his now after all, and she would not want it back. She gave it to him because she loved him and that has not changed. She is curious and fishing for answers that would be indicatory of his feelings or whether or not he has already moved on.

Amor Santiago

first year healing student
ateleia

A lot of strength is called upon to not frown at the statement, holding himself together in order to not appear as distraught over the idea that she misses them. Even if everything seems to point in that direction, Arden didn't explicitly tell him that and Amor isn't interested in over-investing himself again. "I miss it too." A weight is lifted off of his shoulders by saying it, but something still remains. It isn't everything he wants to tell her, but he's practicing constraint. "It's nice you're getting use out of them." Arden suits them and he wants to mention that too, but holds himself together. Having this conversation has felt as if he's overstepping enough as is. What if she is dating someone else? Admittedly, only a small part of him doubts it and he doesn't want to pursue that line of questioning. It's better to remain unaware. "Your ring," he establishes, raising a brow and chuckling. Amor glances down at his hands before wrapping them around the glass again. "It's on the nightstand. It has a protective charm on it to ward off the ladies." Winking, he grins and appears quite pleased with himself for at least a moment before it all hits again. He hasn't attempted to bring women around his room since being with Arden, but he is certain her things would have that effect if he tried. He wonders if that's weird and if he should do a better job of cleaning her off of everything, but can't manage the thought of that just yet. "I don't want to lose it, so I don't wear it out anymore," he clarifies.

Arden

seeker for the tutshill tornadoes
paintedred

Arden has focused on the part where he said that her ring is warding off other girls – does this mean he isn't seeing anyone? She is distracted by this, wondering if this means that she should try her chances. It does not feel like the correct thing to do. If he is comfortable joking about that sort of thing with her, then maybe it is because he moved on. And he was the one who ended things, and for good reason too. She is not entirely sure if she has grown enough for those things to no longer be a problem, but she does know that she is willing to work on them harder if it means being able to be together again. That seems too dramatic a confession, though, considering where they are and how long it has been since they last spoke. She holds her tongue instead. "That's nice." she says, smiling. "Maybe your earrings have a similar charm on them, actually." she says. She does not know how else to tell him that she is single and there has been no one else since they split. Hopefully he gets the message. "They're so pretty, though, so I think I'll just keep wearing them anyway." She glances down at his hands and wants so badly to reach out and take them. It is so weird not being able to.

Amor Santiago

first year healing student
ateleia

Amor does, and the way the comment is thrown in his face confuses him. It stuns him for a long moment before he grins and inevitably laughs. A hand falls into his long hair, pushing it out of his face. He misses her glancing down at his hands, which is a good thing or else it would have driven him insane. "You should! You have to save yourself for when I have become strong enough to win your favor again," he teases, not contemplating his words and spewing them out in a bout of confidence. Arden so easily emboldens him, but his friends told him it was in such a miserable way. Not processing, Amor raises his arm to flex it with flair. When he glances down at her from his previous view of his arm, his laugh dwindles before he drops his arm. His hand falls down on top of the counter, causing him to linger upon her own hand though the feeling soon turns shameful. *It's nice to hear no one is messing with my omega* he jokes to himself, eliciting a small smile that rapidly starts to form on his face. He laughs again, finding it too stupid to repeat. Amor draws the line at spewing wolf shit in public. "At least we're single together." No different than before, right? He winces at that, unsure why his brain had to go there.

Arden

seeker for the tutshill tornadoes
paintedred

Arden focuses on the way his hand falls into his hair, remembering how she used to play with his curls whenever he would take naps in her dormitory. She is smiling half because of the memory and half because of how he is joking with her. This is much better than all the ways she thought this encounter would go, though all those possibilities were very pessimistic and played out in her mind as incredibly awkward either because he did not want anything to do with her or because he had moved on. This, though, is hopeful. "How can you win something you never lost?" she says, grinning back at him. She pulls away her hand to prop up her elbow on the counter rest her chin on her hand mostly because if it is in such close to proximity to his she will surely end up initiating touch that might be unwelcome. "Enlighten me, though. How do you plan on winning my favor again?" She is teasing of course and she would feel worse about it, but he kind of brought this upon himself.

Amor Santiago

first year healing student
ateleia

His bewilderment slashes across his face, burning his face as it fills with heat. Not wanting to be caught off guard for long, his expression becomes smug as he pretends to be confused by the contradiction. Mimicking Arden, he leans onto his arm, coincidentally bringing their faces closer to one another. "Why? It's unnecessary." His other hand waves dismissively in the air as his face scrunches, gesturing in the direction of the bar floor. "I wouldn't have thought I was still winning, but see where the fuck we're at now?" He grins, but it fades as he starts to wander across her face to gather in all of her features again. Amor is conscious enough not to glance at her lips, leaving it the last place untouched by his eyes. He sighs and smiles again. A part of him doesn't believe her and there's good reason for that. Arden has told him what he wants to hear before. "Hm, who am I kidding? How could you ever resist my gorgeous good looks?" Suavely, he pushes his hand through his hair.

Arden

seeker for the tutshill tornadoes
paintedred

Arden moves back and adjusts how she is seated before she can do something stupid like lean in. It would be awfully easy to. "You're right! I could never." she jokes back, laughing it off. Surely, Amor would never purposefully torture her like this. There has to be even just a little hope for her if he is acting like this. "So maybe *I* am the one who needs to win your favor again." She knows it's a joke, but it really is more correct that way. "You have to give me more time, then – " She is talking so casually that a *mi amor* almost slips out, but she bites her tongue before it can be spoken. "I didn't know I would be seeing you tonight! It's *unfair*. How could I have had a fighting chance for your heart if I was so unprepared?" She sighs for dramatic effect before letting out a laugh again. The laughter dies down and she turns to look at him directly. "We should go out sometime." she says. She is still grinning but she sounds a bit more serious. Just a bit. She means it. "You know, to make it fair." And also because she has missed him so much it hurts, but she does not say that.

Amor Santiago

first year healing student
ateleia

Amor wonders how genuine Arden is being for a moment. Winning his favor is dramatic, but there does have to be some sort of change within both of them and it should be evident though he doesn't want to be with someone other than her. He knows that jumping into things too similar to before is just setting themselves up for failure, but he doesn't wish for them to become strangers either. He really wonders if Arden has accepted that. When she laughs, he does too, pulling himself into an upright position again. "Fighting doesn't sound fair to begin with," he comments, words slipping out of his mouth casually as he shrugs and stares down at his hands. More seriously, he continues, "We should go out." He contemplates clarifying that it would be as friends, but worries that that would confuse her and the signals he has been trying to give her. Sighing, he turns to her again. Sometimes those potions might just be effective. "I've missed you so much, dude." He winces after the confession, but his gaze doesn't waver as he tries to figure out how much he is going to regret it.

Arden

seeker for the tutshill tornadoes
paintedred

Arden relaxes immediately at the confession and lets out a breath. She is so relieved she could honestly cry and she probably will later when she gets home. "I have missed you *so* much." she says, sounding very, very sincere. She has been wanting to say that for over a month now and it is so nice finally being able to get that off her chest. "We *should* go out then!" she says, straightening and getting excited. "I can message you and then we can figure something out." Her eyes have lit up, looking so thrilled at the idea of being able to spend time with Amor again even if it is just as friends. So many things about her life right now are so miserable – she will not let this opportunity go so easily. "I will make time for it!" she promises. Most of her days run on a very tight schedule but she will find a way. Just the idea of being able to hang out again has already given her so much serotonin – it is so good knowing that the feeling of missing him is mutual and thus she is more confident in making these declarations. She is visibly thinking of something they can do together. "Remember when you said you would take me ice skating? We could do that!"

Amor Santiago

first year healing student
ateleia

A rapidly forming smile appears on his face, relieved at her response. If he could, he would swoop her into his arms right then and there and he wishes he could. Arden is beautiful at all times, but she is radiant when excited. It's difficult not to grin, not thinking about how terrible it is that he never had an opportunity to take her and instead focusing on the fact that they might finally be able to. "We should. We can go during the off-times, so *no paparazzi catch us*." Or because then they would be alone together and the world will be quiet except for a faint buzzing that he has long since started to tune out. Still his brows raise suggestively when he teases her. "We can put those stupid *Dirty Dancing on Ice* shows to shame." He laughs. "And play some good tunes to match, right?" If they continue on with the music they listened to before, then no more of it will go sour if this doesn't turn out right. It's pessimistic, but also nothing sounds quite like him and Arden. He would not want to assign them a different soundtrack. "I will make time too. I promise," he adds, hoping to reinforce his commitment to her.

Arden

seeker for the tutshill tornadoes
paintedred

Arden buzzes with excitement, leaning forward again involuntarily. She is so happy that she forgets that she can no longer be so close to him, but the idea of being able to hang out again just the two of them is so exciting to her. So much of her seventh year at Hogwarts was spent alone with Amor and she is thrilled to know that they will have the opportunity to do so again. "Ooh, paparazzi? I was not aware you were that famous." she teases him, "But we could go anytime, really! I am not important enough to be followed." It is true as of right now, but may change in the future. "And you are fucking insane if you think that I would be able to all the cool shit you and Skye do, dude." she tells him, "You must not let me fall." she says. She is beginning to rethink her suggestion especially since she does not want to embarrass herself like this in front of him, but it seems to bring him so much joy that the idea of doing anything else together is unthinkable at this point. "You must promise me, Amor."

Amor Santiago

first year healing student
ateleia

Amor laughs, finding her quite ridiculous but its his sort of ridiculous too. "Shit, someone hasn't been reading the Prophet," he huffs, feigning offense as he leans away into the barstool. It's still better to visit outside of regular recreation hours. It would not be difficult for him to reserve a training spot at a later time on that particular evening as long as Skye is willing to vouch for him, which...might actually be more difficult than he is expecting. When she starts worrying, he comes in closer to her, but he hesitates and a brow raises. He repeats her sentence in his head, glancing down at her mouth as if he could read the words there. "Arden, you are forgetting my secret," he tells her after a long moment's pause. Amor knows he would usually have kissed her by now. His timing would benefit from it, but he will have to do without. "I wouldn't suggest something that I didn't believe we could do. We've got this." He smiles, searching her face before pulling to sit straight again. "I promise, *mi sol*, your ass will never hit that ice."

Arden

seeker for the tutshill tornadoes
paintedred

Arden's heart flutters at the familiar nickname and she brings her hands to cup her face, resting on her elbows and she can feel how warm it is getting. She did not expect that at all, and she does not know if it means that they can resume their typical banter. She has missed it dearly, but perhaps she needs more signs from him before she fully engages. "Okay, okay," she says. She is definitely not concerned with the prospect of falling and embarrassing herself anymore, especially now that her mind is just replaying the sound of Amor calling her his sun over and over again until she commits it to memory. "If you say so, then I am convin – " Suddenly, she hears her name being called over from across the bar, presumably to join a group photo. She gestures at her friends to wait a couple of seconds before turning back to Amor apologetically. She would not want to cut this meeting short, but she does not feel too sad about it given that they will spend time together again. She will make sure of it. "I have to go." she says, getting up from her seat. "But I *have* missed you so fucking much and I'm so excited for ice skating." She is smiling now just thinking of it. "Message me when you get home?" She misses having him at the top of all her chats.

Amor Santiago

first year healing student
ateleia

Amor turns the ice around in his cup, setting it down and starting to stand up. "I should go too," he declares, and honestly he should. Staring down at her, his hand falls nervously into his hair and he laughs. "You want me to message you in two minutes? Will do." Amor glances over to where her name was called, trying to figure out which ones were her friends. Noticing the group that is alternating between looking over at them, he smiles in their direction before switching his gaze to Arden once more. "I've missed you too. I'll see you again soon." He hopes Arden is sticking to her own side of this, but he doesn't doubt her either. His arms hurt with the burden that is not being able to hug her, give her some sort of proper goodbye, so he just smiles again and murmurs a short "Goodbye" before turning for the exit.