𝐌.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗅?

[𝐌. @drifterintime]

⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖙
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀t̷h̷e̷ p̷r̷e̷s̷e̷n̷t̷
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖

[𝐌. @drifterintime]

she balked, eyes wide. that can’t be.

“ w-what? “

[𝒂𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰. @stellaeprince]

three thousand.

[𝐌. @drifterintime]

she squints, glancing around them for a moment before dipping her head in a nod.

“ i thought so, thank you. “

[𝐌. @drifterintime]

she doesn’t want to be a nuisance, but... can anyone tell her what year it is?

[𝐌. @drifterintime]

@Iuckscharm ~ handle despite the sadness crippling him. This version, though, she has no idea how to treat.

“No, actually, I don’t remember you. You’re thoroughly unimpressive and forgettable. But since I’ve already said yes to you sitting here. . . I’m Max.”

[𝐌. @drifterintime]

⠀ ⠀ Hood up, head low.

That’s how she walked in the streets, blues narrowed on the back of @Iuckscharm’s blond head. Tailing someone isn’t easy, especially not when you’re trying to save their life. Sighing in relief to herself, she follows him inside a café, not ~

[𝐌. @drifterintime]

@Iuckscharm Now, she’s full on glaring at him, hands planted on the table as she leans in closer.

“My inability to tell time is not something to laugh at.”

For a moment, she almost wishes she’s sitting opposite the old Tate — 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 Tate — because that one, she could ~

[𝐌. @drifterintime]

@Iuckscharm ~ of them, second?”

[𝐌. @drifterintime]

@Iuckscharm ~ years, so she ducks her head and steels herself for a moment. With jerky movements, she jerks her notebook back in her bag, and when she looks back up, an unimpressed scowl is on her face.

“Shouldn’t you be introducing yourself to stranger first, then make fun ~

[𝐌. @drifterintime]

@Iuckscharm ~ can she explain having him choose her table of all the tables in the shop?

Clearing her throat, she nods her head at him and tries to act normal as she grips her notebook tightly in her hands.

“Sure, go ahead.”

[𝐌. @drifterintime]

@Iuckscharm ~ coffee shop not having anything to drink or to eat, right?

Busying herself with gathering her little notebook where she scribbles information that she retains from her other selves, she looks up to the counter when Tate is standing.

Luck has to be on her side. How else ~

[𝐌. @drifterintime]

⠀ ⠀

⠀ uh, sure! what’s his name,
though? stranger danger,
and all. her name is max,
by the way.

⠀

[𝐌. @drifterintime]

⠀

⠀ huh, good to know.
i’ll keep that in mind.

⠀

[𝐌. @drifterintime]

⠀

⠀ he’s welcome! what
does he plan on doing
now?

⠀

[𝐌. @drifterintime]

⠀

⠀ can’t be that public if she
didn’t recognize it. not
that she would know him,
anyway. . .

right? in that case, there
she goes, following him.

[𝐌. @drifterintime]

⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ is that a habit of yours?
biting people?

⠀ ⠀

[𝐌. @drifterintime]

well, congratulations on the new found liberty.