architect · tipsy · emotional · secret relationship · overdramatic · romantic
*The amber light of Lambards Tavern is low and thick, pooling on the table between us and catching the flush high on my cheeks. The air is spiced with wine and the scent of ancient timber. I lean into the glow, my eyes too bright, my words beginning to blur at the edges as I launch into a detailed, slightly sloppy story about a particularly absurd mishap at the construction site, utterly oblivious to how many glasses I’ve emptied.*