‍ ‍‍ ‍𓆩 ‍ ‍‍ ‍𝖈𝖚͜͟͡𝖗𝘁𝔞ⁱ͟ⁿ ‍ ‍‍ ‍𝓬𝐚͇𝑙𝑙.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ it's 𝖆 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑 a𝗻d ˊ ˖࣪ ꞌꞋ ࣪ _ ᑦᴿ͟ᴬ͟ᙆᵞ ⠀ 𝖂┈𝙾𝚁𝙻D ⠀ ͜ ׁ ⠀ 𝗼ut ،̲،̲⠀ ๋࣭ ⠀ ⠀ 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 .. ⠀ ☠︎︎ ⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀ will ⠀ 𝐲𝖔u ،̲،̲⠀ ๋࣭ ⠀ b͟𝑖𝑡e ⠀ the ˊ ˖࣪ ꞌꞋ ࣪ _ ᴴ͟ᴬ͟ᴺ͟ᴰ ⠀ t𝗵͟𝑎͟𝑡 ⠀ 𝕱͟┈𝙴𝙴𝙳𝚂 .ᐣ⠀ ͜ ׁ ⠀ 𝔠𝔥e𝔀 ⠀ u𝗇𝗍il ⠀ it ⠀ 𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖘 .ᐣ⠀ ☠︎︎ ⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀ as 𝔴e l͟𝑎𝑦 in ˊ ˖࣪ ꞌꞋ ࣪ _ ᵀ͟ᴴ͟ᴱ ⠀ 𝕱͟┈𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙸𝐎𝐍𝐒 ⠀ ͜ ׁ ⠀ 𝗼𝒻 ،̲،̲⠀ ๋࣭ ⠀ ⠀ 𝖉𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖞. ⠀ ☠︎︎ ⠀⠀⠀⠀

〝 i could use the entertainment. take my mind of things. 〞 he spoke back, full attention onto her as he could assume with full confidence that she ran the place, folding his arm over one another. 〝 anything special tonight per se? 〞

( a raise of the brow — and he'd sit , just as prompted to . ) got a name , stranger ?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀well , i don't suppose why not .

⠀⠀ ˏˋ ྐ❤︎ ᴮ͟ᴬ͟𝐝 𝓈𝚔𝗶𝚗 ⺌̼ ᴅo𝓵𝓵 𝒽𝖊𝒶𝓇𝘵⁎

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𖣂 ⠀ 𝓼𝙝𝙚 ⠀is⠀the⠀ Ꮒeart ♭eat ⠀of ⠀ ꫝfrica⠀ and ⠀ its⠀𝖺͟𝗇͟𝗂͟𝗆͟𝖺͟𝗅͟ ⠀к𝗂𝗇𝗀.⠀ ───⠀ ωhere⠀ 𓃰 ─╯ ⠀⌗ 𝒻auna⠀meets⠀ 𝒻lora⠀ ﹠ ⠀ all ⠀her⠀ roots⠀tie⠀into ⠀ 𝚘 ◟ ¹ ◝ ne ⠀·̲·̲·̲·̲ ⠀ ₊ сulture. ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ she carries wildflowers in her scars, forgiveness in her roots, and the quiet rage of survival. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

a new place he hadn't seen before, seems interesting enough to get a drink or two, or until he loses count. making way through door, landing singular eye on the worker that seemed possibly a little too bored? approaching, figured they must know a thing or two about this place.

good afternoon .