- Invitation Status
- Look for groups
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- One post per week
- Online Availability
- Changes all the time but I'm around more often than not
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Transgender
- Genres
- Scifi, Crime/detective, supernatural, apocalyptic, horror, magic realism, mystery, historical, Western(at points)
Under Wraps
Alba
Obviously she hadn't given up, though, as she had randomly sent him a place and a time, and told him to be there. So, here he was, sitting at a booth and checking his phone. He was pretty sure that he was either early, later, or the other guy was late. It was one of those three. He wasn't particularly sure which. But that was fine, he had worse. He could wait five minutes for....WHOEVER this was to arrive. He wasn't that impatient, after all. He's a artist! He's bound to have patients out the wazoo. Or, whatever that saying was. He was pretty sure it was wazoo.
But, the point was, Alba was perfectly content playing flappy bird for the next hour, if he was completely honest. He wouldn't be bored if the guy never showed, and he wouldn't be disappointed because he didn't KNOW him. He didn't even know if he was hot, really. He knew it was a he, though. That was it. That was all Sara had given him to work with.