 Rucole Club Club|| film lyfe || mac and cheese queen|| *exits with trunkshot*
Cal took a swig of his drink, not sure what to do with himself now that Nat was on stage. He scooted his chair away from the people dancing nearby. Didn't fancy an elbow to his face, did he.
He kept a steady stare on the stage as the Sirens played, only flinching when an over ecstatic ghost flew overhead. It slowly pent up. The feeling. The feeling of deserving absolutely nothing, not even someone as perfect as Nat.
Cal finished off his drink and stood up to leave. He was only going to the loo, he'd be back. He thinks.
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