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Eric Bittle ([personal profile] puckandpie) wrote2015-09-09 11:44 pm
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Somehow, even without class or exams or early-morning checking practices with Jack, I've managed to stick pretty close to the same schedule I had back at Samwell. If I'm honest, it helps having my own kitchen, the ability to make myself a ridiculously indulgent breakfast sometimes tempting enough to drag me out of bed at the crack of dawn.

But even with that schedule, this morning is different. Because this morning I'm going to the Darrow farmer's market with Derek Hale.

(It's honestly a wonder I got a wink of sleep at all. I can only hope I don't have luggage-sized bags under my eyes as a result.)

I've never been much of a fashion guy, but I can't deny I fussed a little bit over my clothing choices this morning before finally deciding on a pair of jeans and a green button-down. I'm trying to go for casual, but not too casual. I know I've no reason to try to impress, but it's not everyday an ordinary lil' Southern boy gets to spend the morning with someone who looks like Derek.

I double-check the street sign with the message Derek had texted me and check the time while I'm at it. There's still five minutes left before our arranged meeting time and I hope I don't come off as too over-eager by arriving first. I mean, in truth, only half of the appeal is Derek-related; the other half is all about the wide range of fresh produce suddenly at my fingertips. Already, the excitement of the crowd is starting to get to me as I watch couples and families wander by on their way, dogs on leashes and hyper children. The sun has been up for only a few hours and there's a bit of a chill in the air, that perfect little hint that fall is on the way.

Today is going to be glorious, I can just feel it.

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