( he's already expecting good things when he sees isabelle's name pop up on his screen but — no, holy shit, rene wasn't expecting that.
the image lingers on his too-bright screen for 10 seconds, 9, 8 ... and then it's gone just like that, his screen reverting back to a too-short log of recent contacts. feeling practically breathless, feeling like even his brain's tongue-tied, thoughts a jumbled mess of english and spanish and obscenities and gracias, dios and —
he's gotta reply fast, or maybe she'll take his lack of response for disinterest, when it's anything but. )
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the image lingers on his too-bright screen for 10 seconds, 9, 8 ... and then it's gone just like that, his screen reverting back to a too-short log of recent contacts. feeling practically breathless, feeling like even his brain's tongue-tied, thoughts a jumbled mess of english and spanish and obscenities and gracias, dios and —
he's gotta reply fast, or maybe she'll take his lack of response for disinterest, when it's anything but. )
yes
dios
yes