|✘| Log: lesshormonal
To say that Simon's social life was scarce would be an understatement. Granted, it wasn't quite as dead as it had been before he'd started Community Service, but it hadn't transformed him into a social butterfly. Or even given him anything he was certain he'd still have when his time repaying his debt to society had finished.
Sitting in Starbucks, waiting for a friend was a new experience. Not a bad one (or he was hoping it wouldn't be), but definitely one that made him nervous. He'd ordered coffee, but so far it was untouched. Twisting his hands under the table, Simon's eyes darted from the table to the door continuously, waiting for Quinn to arrive.
Sitting in Starbucks, waiting for a friend was a new experience. Not a bad one (or he was hoping it wouldn't be), but definitely one that made him nervous. He'd ordered coffee, but so far it was untouched. Twisting his hands under the table, Simon's eyes darted from the table to the door continuously, waiting for Quinn to arrive.