<strong>NAME:</strong>Phillip Ekhardt<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Constant sweater hoodie, rough jeans, thick-soled black boots, hair worn lose and wild<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday | June 9th, 2017<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Chloe's place<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Careful approach<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Chloe<br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/74557243/large.jpg)</div><br/>He was shamed for not being able to drive Chloe home - more on his own gentlemanly upbringing than the actual fact of making the girl walk with him. For all he could tell, she was thrilled about it as her hands held to his elbow and tugged him closer to her whenever a step took him a little further away, almost as if she feared him escaping her small, pale hands. It was so highly amusing to him. Phil made small talk with their ride, making sure that he'd have a hand on Chloe's lap - a hand that she held constantly and rather tightly even despite trying to fake being asleep.<br/><br/>That they had the house all for themselves both excited Phil and made him so deadly nervous. He could just roll up and crash on her couch as they usually did so he'd avoid having to walk to his own place - Chloe didn't mind it (most of the time), so why not?<br/><br/>"We were just drinking, weren't you sick?" He asked her as he watched her amusing posters. The room was so dark, and he was amused always that Chloe's room had been the same since she was little - the lightswitches had those dials that could work on how much light she wanted, and with the dark blue lightbulbs it was a refreshing, dark blue more often than not. "Perhaps water, or some soda?" He asked her as he stood before her, his calf brushing against hers.