folding picnic table

              fact was, he was tired of this. an emotional axel was a man on a mission, weaving in and out of crowds of the festival as he hunted for one person in particular. there was just no time to stand for the mockery that having them on opposite sides was —he and alex were better as friends. no ifs, no ands, no buts. he swiftly took a seat across from her at one of the picnic tables, folding his hands atop the table, making a face. “i need to talk to you.”