everett
tristan is asking him for advice about his new wife and what they should do for the color of their bathroom. he honestly doesn't care, but being supportive of his friend is something he has to do despite the fact that he's running on three cups of coffee and two hours of sleep.
he spots fiona, a smile breaking onto his face. with a wave, he raises a cup of a caramel latte.
she nods, and she leans against man behind her, eyes fluttering shut for a second.
he hopes that she's happy one day.
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the progress project [3]
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