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The problem with telling someone to meet you in the late afternoon is that, as far as times go, it's pretty vague. I mean, what actually qualifies as 'late', anyway? 3 o'clock? 4 o'clock? Of course, I said late in the first place since it meant that I didn't actually have to decide on a time. Once again, I find myself suffering for my indecision. Anxiety settles in around 3:30.
Jamie paced, his black yoga pants riding dangerous low on his hips so that he periodically had to pull them up less they fall down on him. He should've made a trip to the clothes box to find a pair that fit better but he hadn't exactly had the time as he'd spent the day trying to scope out a good location for what he'd had planned for Tony. Besides the pants, he was barefoot and wearing a thin, white cotton t-shirt. Comfortable clothing. Just like he'd instructed.
Now if only Tony would show up.
Preferably before I die from anticipation.
Jamie paced, his black yoga pants riding dangerous low on his hips so that he periodically had to pull them up less they fall down on him. He should've made a trip to the clothes box to find a pair that fit better but he hadn't exactly had the time as he'd spent the day trying to scope out a good location for what he'd had planned for Tony. Besides the pants, he was barefoot and wearing a thin, white cotton t-shirt. Comfortable clothing. Just like he'd instructed.
Now if only Tony would show up.
Preferably before I die from anticipation.