survivde

Haydn was busy buttoning his new shirt up after having spilled wine on his old one. Sometimes he wondered just how he happened to have survivd this long if he couldn’t even spend one night without ruining his clothes. He was so concentrated on his task that he didn’t see the person coming in. he swore that his heartbeat stopped fr a second as a dangerous blush started to curl up on his cheeks: “Oh I am sorry– it hought this room was unused.”