Oh, yeah, baby. Polish that gold. Who: Macy Jones & Noah Riley What: Macy & Noah "talk it out" When:Backdated to ...same date as text thread!
Noah slipped his phone into his pocket and crushed out the embers in his cigarette. Today was his day off. He'd slept in, at some old cereal, then ambled out for a walk for a while. He liked spending his days off truly off; that is, he didn't like being bothered to do anything productive or whatever the fuck.
No. He rather preferred standing outside as it drizzled, smoking. Or meeting up with Macy. Whichever, really. - Things had been going well for them lately (after that whole amnesia bit, that is). As well as they could between the two of them. They were getting back on track, as it were, in their relationship. Noah was slowly filling Macy in on the past nine months they'd been together.
He was excited to see her. He'd been working so much the past week, he'd hardly managed to give her a peck on the cheek, let alone anything else. Yes, today would be a good day to catch up with her. - Moving slowly, in the spirit of his day off, Noah packed up some shit he thought he might need, and, slamming the door to his little car, sped off to the girl's apartment.
Upon arriving, he haphazardly parked, locked his car, and jogged up to her building. He pressed on the buzzer.