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moit_ficsTitle: Falling for the First Time - Chapter 1/?
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Fandom: LotRiPS
Pairing: Orlando/Elijah
Summary: Elijah works at the writing center, where he meets a certain tall, dark-haired student who needs help on his Shakespeare paper. Romance ensues.
Genre: Romance
Word Count: 2,192
Author's Note: This is the epic Orlijah I've been promising![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
orlijah_month for months. I can guarantee this will be epic. And contrary to my usual fic, you will see there are no warnings. Because they're aren't. I'm not warning for slash, and there's no need to warn for fluff or sap because I'm going for Realism. Con-crit is encouraged and greatly appreciated. I've got about three times this written already, so new chapters will follow soon.
“Hi!”
Elijah looked up from his book. “Hello.”
“Um, I’m looking for the writing center.”
“You’ve found it,” Elijah said, looking back down at his book.
The creature in from of him—tall, dark, and English—tilted his head to the side, shifting his curls over one eye and frowned. “I need some help with my paper.”
“Then you need to make an appointment,” Elijah replied, pushing a clipboard across the desk.
Pretty Boy leaned down. He wrapped his long-fingered hand with nice, square fingernails around the attached pen and filled out his information. He pushed the clipboard back across the desk.
“Thanks, Elijah.”
“How do you know my name?”
“It’s on your name tag,” Pretty Boy said with a chuckle, pointing to the lanyard around Elijah’s neck.
“Oh, right,” Elijah said, flushing.
Elijah waited until the door closed behind Pretty Boy before he set his book down and blew out his breath. That was the most beautiful man Elijah had ever laid eyes on.
He pulled the clipboard toward himself.
Orlando Bloom, the delicate scrawl read.
Elijah fingered the letters, tracing the indentation the pen left on the paper. Wednesday at 2:00 couldn’t come soon enough.
*
Elijah made sure that he was the scheduled tutor for Orlando’s session. It meant that he had to admit to Liv why he wanted the session, but she squealed and promised not to say anything to Orlando.
Ten minutes before two, Elijah settled himself behind one of the desks. While he wasn’t actually reading the book in his hands—Oliver Twist, this time—he at least wanted to look like he wasn’t waiting on Orlando with bated breath.
One minute after two o’clock, the door to the center opened and Orlando strolled jauntily through the door. His eyes fell on Elijah and his smile lit up the room.
“You’re late,” Elijah said as Orlando approached his desk.
Orlando’s smile faced. “Sorry, I couldn’t find a place to park my bike.”
Elijah noticed the motorcycle helmet beneath Orlando’s arm and his knees filled with jelly. He sighed heavily. “Sit down. We only have . . .” he check his watch, “twenty-eight minutes.”
Orlando sat. He dug through his bag and pulled out a folder. “This is my assignment, and this is what I’ve written so far.” He presented Elijah with two pieces of paper.
Elijah managed to keep his libido in check long enough to slip into tutor mode. He reviewed the assignment first—nothing difficult, a 10-page analysis of Shakespeare’s “The Taming of the Shrew.” But when he began reading Orlando’s paper, his face fell.
“This is . . .” he shuffled through the three pages and looked up at Orlando, who was gnawing his lip. “Did you even read the play?”
“Yes,” Orlando huffed.
Elijah quirked his mouth into a smirk. “Did you understand it?”
Orlando pressed his hands together between his thighs, rolling his shoulders in and making himself look smaller. He curled his lips in over his teeth. “Not so much.”
Elijah forced himself to hold in his exasperated sigh. The cute ones always had to be so dumb. “When is this paper due?”
“Two weeks. That’s why I came in now. English has never been my best subject.”
Even though he was from England. Elijah kept the joke to himself. “Okay.” He glanced at his watch. “I’d like you to schedule another appointment so we can go over the play together. I can’t help you with your paper if you don’t even understand what you’ve read.”
“Will you be here tomorrow?” Orlando asked from underneath his long lashes. They were so dark it almost looked like his eyes were outlined in kohl.
“I work 12-4 every day,” Elijah said, keeping his voice level.
Orlando nodded as he began packing his belongings away. “I’ll make an appointment for tomorrow, then. Thanks a lot, mate.”
Elijah tried not to watch as Orlando walked over to the front desk to make another appointment. Although he couldn’t make out what they were saying, Elijah could tell that Orlando was charming the pants off of Liv.
Elijah felt a spark of jealousy.
But he’s probably straight, anyway, he told himself. Guys who look like that go for girls who look like Liv.
Once Orlando left, Elijah stood up and made his way as casually as possible to the front desk.
“He booked you for the rest of the week,” Liv said.
“Seriously?” Elijah’s heart skipped a beat. He pressed a hand to his face, hoping it wasn’t as red as it felt.
“You’ve got it bad, boy,” Liv cooed.
Elijah ducked his head, but he couldn’t deny it. He was completely taken by the motorcycle-riding Englishman with the brilliant smile and chocolate-brown eyes. He just hoped the truth wasn’t written all over his face.
*
Orlando arrived five minutes early for his next appointment.
Elijah, who expected him to be late again, was in the break room scarfing down the last of his lunch. They’d been busy and he hadn’t had time for a break.
“Your appointment’s here,” Liv said, poking her head in the door.
“Orlando?” Elijah said around the peanut butter sandwich in his mouth.
“He’s your two o’clock.”
“Fuck,” Elijah cursed.
“Tell him I’ll be there in just a minute.”
He swallowed the rest of his sandwich in two bites and washed it down with a swig of coffee. It’d gotten cold during the day and the tepid liquid made him wince.
Orlando was sitting at Elijah’s desk with his chin in his hand when Elijah emerged from the break room.
“You’re early,” Elijah said, sitting down behind the desk.
Orlando sat up straighter and pulled his elbows off the desk. “I didn’t want to be late again.”
Elijah smiled tightly. “Do you have your book?”
Orlando nodded, making his curls flop against his forehead. He pulled The Complete Works of William Shakespeare out of his bag and set it on the table with a small thunk.
“This will probably work better if I sit next to you,” Elijah mumbled.
While Orlando flipped to the correct page, Elijah moved his chair to the other side of the desk. “Okay,” he said, pulling the book towards himself so that it was settled between them. Elijah tried to pretend he couldn’t smell Orlando’s intoxicating cologne. “Do you understand the cast of characters?”
“Yeah.”
“So, the play starts at Petruchio’s house in the Padua countryside. Enter HOSTESS and SLY . . .”
Elijah proceeded to read the play out loud, walking through it with Orlando. He appeared to be following and understanding rather well. Like many students, Orlando clearly had trouble understanding Elizabethan English.
When their session ended, Elijah stopped reading. “We’ll finish the play tomorrow. Shouldn’t this be easy for you, though? I mean, being from England, and all.”
“I do not talk like that,” Orlando smiled.
“But the accent’s the same. ‘Say that she rail; why, then I’ll tell her plain/She sings as sweetly as a nightingale,’” Elijah recited in a deliberately bad impression of Orlando’s accent.
“That’s rubbish. I also don’t go around speaking in verse. You’re much more likely to hear me say ‘bloody wanker,’ than ‘sweet nightingale.’”
Elijah had to laugh at that. He just enjoyed hearing Orlando speak. Truly, it would sound more authentic coming from the Brit.
“Where are you from, anyway?”
“Canterbury,” Orlando replied, zipping up his backpack.
“Canterbury?” Elijah chuckled. “Like The Canterbury Tales?”
“The one and only,” Orlando smiled back.
“How about you? Where are you from?”
“Oh, I’m from Cedar Rapids, Iowa.”
“Iowa? An English buff like you? I figured you would be from somewhere like the Deep South. Isn’t that where all the American literature comes from?”
“Iowa, I’ll have you know, is the best place in the country to go to school for English.”
“Really?” Orlando said, raising an eyebrow.
“It is. The University of Iowa.”
“Your next appointment is here, Lij!” Liv called.
Elijah rocked back onto his heels. He and Orlando had actually held a conversation. He had to force himself not to smile.
“I should get going,” Orlando said.
“Yeah, I’ve gotta go, too.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow. Same time.” Orlando winked and he was gone.
If he had been alone, Elijah would have squealed like a girl.
*
On Friday, Elijah was sitting behind his desk when Orlando showed up. He’d deliberately eaten his lunch early so that he’d be prepared for Orlando’s arrival.
Elijah watched through his eyelashes as Orlando swaggered into the writing center. He flashed a smile to Liv at the front desk and the girl waved her fingertips at him.
“Good afternoon, Orlando.”
“Cheers, Livvy.”
Livvy? But Elijah didn’t have time to ponder the relationship between Orlando and Liv because Orlando was now directing the full force of that smile on him. Elijah’s body flushed with warmth.
“Hey,” Orlando said, sitting down and swinging his backpack over his shoulder.
“Hello,” Elijah replied, working to keep his voice even.
“I’m early today,” Orlando said, tilting his face toward Elijah as he dug his book out of his bag.
“I see that. You’re making an improvement.”
“And on this, best of all,” Orlando said, flipping to the page they left off on. “Aren’t you coming over here?” Orlando frowned. He looked so adorable with a pucker between his brows.
“I thought I’d have you read to me today.”
“Oh.” The frown deepened.
As much as Elijah wanted to hear Orlando’s smooth voice read him Shakespeare, he also wanted to rub his thumb between Orlando’s eyebrows until he quit frowning.
“Go ahead and start whenever you’re ready.”
Elijah leaned back in his chair, but he resisted the urge to close his eyes. He was still at work, after all.
Orlando began, but his cadence was neither smooth nor melodious. Some words he had to sound out, others he’d skip entirely. He’d go for several sentences and then all of a sudden he’d stop and stutter over a word. Finally, Elijah had enough.
“Stop.”
Orlando looked up and his cheeks filled with heat. “Sorry. I’m . . . not so good at reading.”
“Is it that hard when you’re reading silently to yourself?”
“Well, yeah. I’m dyslexic.”
Elijah closed his eyes and groaned. He should have realized there was something wrong from the beginning.
“I’m sorry,” Orlando said.
“Don’t . . . why are you sorry?” Elijah asked. “No, don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault. I just didn’t know, is all.”
“I don’t really like to tell people,” Orlando said, shrugging one shoulder.
“It might have saved us some time,” Elijah chuckled, but Orlando’s face stayed serious. “I’m sorry. That’s not funny.” Elijah cleared his throat. “Are you registered with the disability office?”
“No.” Orlando shook his head.
“Well, did you know that you can get extra time on writing assignments if you are?”
“Really?”
“Yep.”
“Do I have to, uh, take tests and stuff there?”
“Not unless you want to.”
“And my professors will know . . .”
“Only what you want to tell them. All they will know is that you’re registered and that you need more time. And you don’t even have to use the extra time if you don’t need it.”
“Okay.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad, does it?”
“Well, it’s just that my teachers back home really made me feel like I was stupid. So I’ve just hidden it. But nobody’s good at writing, so . . .”
“So Shakespeare,” Elijah said, forcing a smile onto his face.
“What? Does talking about my learning disability make you uncomfortable?”
“No, not at all. It just sounded like you were getting uncomfortable, so I thought I’d get back to the play.”
“I actually don’t think I’ve ever told anyone about my dyslexia before,” Orlando said. He smiled—a real smile.
Elijah wasn’t sure what to say to that.
They continued with Orlando reading out loud. Students tended to learn better that way, and Orlando seemed to gain confidence as he continued to read. By the end of the play, he was reading at a steadier pace and making fewer mistakes.
“So Lucentio tried to win Katherine over because of a bet, but ended up falling in love with her, anyway?”
“Yes.”
“Wow. That makes so much more sense now.”
Elijah couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled out of his throat.
“You have a nice laugh,” Orlando said.
“Thanks,” Elijah replied softly.
“Do you have any plans for tonight?” Orlando asked suddenly.
“Other than studying the MLA Handbook?” Elijah’s smile faded when he realized Orlando was serious. “No, I don’t have any plans tonight.”
“Would you like to go out with me? We could go have dinner, or something.”
“Umm . . .” Elijah’s eyes flicked up to the front desk, where Liv was giving him two thumbs up. “Liv put you up to this, didn’t she?”
Orlando glanced behind him, but he was still smiling. “She told me you’re gay.”
“I am.” Elijah closed his eyes and nodded. “Yeah. I would love to go out with you tonight, Orlando.”
They exchanged numbers and Orlando promised to call Elijah so he could pick him up.
Author:
moitFandom: LotRiPS
Pairing: Orlando/Elijah
Summary: Elijah works at the writing center, where he meets a certain tall, dark-haired student who needs help on his Shakespeare paper. Romance ensues.
Genre: Romance
Word Count: 2,192
Author's Note: This is the epic Orlijah I've been promising
orlijah_month for months. I can guarantee this will be epic. And contrary to my usual fic, you will see there are no warnings. Because they're aren't. I'm not warning for slash, and there's no need to warn for fluff or sap because I'm going for Realism. Con-crit is encouraged and greatly appreciated. I've got about three times this written already, so new chapters will follow soon.“Hi!”
Elijah looked up from his book. “Hello.”
“Um, I’m looking for the writing center.”
“You’ve found it,” Elijah said, looking back down at his book.
The creature in from of him—tall, dark, and English—tilted his head to the side, shifting his curls over one eye and frowned. “I need some help with my paper.”
“Then you need to make an appointment,” Elijah replied, pushing a clipboard across the desk.
Pretty Boy leaned down. He wrapped his long-fingered hand with nice, square fingernails around the attached pen and filled out his information. He pushed the clipboard back across the desk.
“Thanks, Elijah.”
“How do you know my name?”
“It’s on your name tag,” Pretty Boy said with a chuckle, pointing to the lanyard around Elijah’s neck.
“Oh, right,” Elijah said, flushing.
Elijah waited until the door closed behind Pretty Boy before he set his book down and blew out his breath. That was the most beautiful man Elijah had ever laid eyes on.
He pulled the clipboard toward himself.
Orlando Bloom, the delicate scrawl read.
Elijah fingered the letters, tracing the indentation the pen left on the paper. Wednesday at 2:00 couldn’t come soon enough.
*
Elijah made sure that he was the scheduled tutor for Orlando’s session. It meant that he had to admit to Liv why he wanted the session, but she squealed and promised not to say anything to Orlando.
Ten minutes before two, Elijah settled himself behind one of the desks. While he wasn’t actually reading the book in his hands—Oliver Twist, this time—he at least wanted to look like he wasn’t waiting on Orlando with bated breath.
One minute after two o’clock, the door to the center opened and Orlando strolled jauntily through the door. His eyes fell on Elijah and his smile lit up the room.
“You’re late,” Elijah said as Orlando approached his desk.
Orlando’s smile faced. “Sorry, I couldn’t find a place to park my bike.”
Elijah noticed the motorcycle helmet beneath Orlando’s arm and his knees filled with jelly. He sighed heavily. “Sit down. We only have . . .” he check his watch, “twenty-eight minutes.”
Orlando sat. He dug through his bag and pulled out a folder. “This is my assignment, and this is what I’ve written so far.” He presented Elijah with two pieces of paper.
Elijah managed to keep his libido in check long enough to slip into tutor mode. He reviewed the assignment first—nothing difficult, a 10-page analysis of Shakespeare’s “The Taming of the Shrew.” But when he began reading Orlando’s paper, his face fell.
“This is . . .” he shuffled through the three pages and looked up at Orlando, who was gnawing his lip. “Did you even read the play?”
“Yes,” Orlando huffed.
Elijah quirked his mouth into a smirk. “Did you understand it?”
Orlando pressed his hands together between his thighs, rolling his shoulders in and making himself look smaller. He curled his lips in over his teeth. “Not so much.”
Elijah forced himself to hold in his exasperated sigh. The cute ones always had to be so dumb. “When is this paper due?”
“Two weeks. That’s why I came in now. English has never been my best subject.”
Even though he was from England. Elijah kept the joke to himself. “Okay.” He glanced at his watch. “I’d like you to schedule another appointment so we can go over the play together. I can’t help you with your paper if you don’t even understand what you’ve read.”
“Will you be here tomorrow?” Orlando asked from underneath his long lashes. They were so dark it almost looked like his eyes were outlined in kohl.
“I work 12-4 every day,” Elijah said, keeping his voice level.
Orlando nodded as he began packing his belongings away. “I’ll make an appointment for tomorrow, then. Thanks a lot, mate.”
Elijah tried not to watch as Orlando walked over to the front desk to make another appointment. Although he couldn’t make out what they were saying, Elijah could tell that Orlando was charming the pants off of Liv.
Elijah felt a spark of jealousy.
But he’s probably straight, anyway, he told himself. Guys who look like that go for girls who look like Liv.
Once Orlando left, Elijah stood up and made his way as casually as possible to the front desk.
“He booked you for the rest of the week,” Liv said.
“Seriously?” Elijah’s heart skipped a beat. He pressed a hand to his face, hoping it wasn’t as red as it felt.
“You’ve got it bad, boy,” Liv cooed.
Elijah ducked his head, but he couldn’t deny it. He was completely taken by the motorcycle-riding Englishman with the brilliant smile and chocolate-brown eyes. He just hoped the truth wasn’t written all over his face.
*
Orlando arrived five minutes early for his next appointment.
Elijah, who expected him to be late again, was in the break room scarfing down the last of his lunch. They’d been busy and he hadn’t had time for a break.
“Your appointment’s here,” Liv said, poking her head in the door.
“Orlando?” Elijah said around the peanut butter sandwich in his mouth.
“He’s your two o’clock.”
“Fuck,” Elijah cursed.
“Tell him I’ll be there in just a minute.”
He swallowed the rest of his sandwich in two bites and washed it down with a swig of coffee. It’d gotten cold during the day and the tepid liquid made him wince.
Orlando was sitting at Elijah’s desk with his chin in his hand when Elijah emerged from the break room.
“You’re early,” Elijah said, sitting down behind the desk.
Orlando sat up straighter and pulled his elbows off the desk. “I didn’t want to be late again.”
Elijah smiled tightly. “Do you have your book?”
Orlando nodded, making his curls flop against his forehead. He pulled The Complete Works of William Shakespeare out of his bag and set it on the table with a small thunk.
“This will probably work better if I sit next to you,” Elijah mumbled.
While Orlando flipped to the correct page, Elijah moved his chair to the other side of the desk. “Okay,” he said, pulling the book towards himself so that it was settled between them. Elijah tried to pretend he couldn’t smell Orlando’s intoxicating cologne. “Do you understand the cast of characters?”
“Yeah.”
“So, the play starts at Petruchio’s house in the Padua countryside. Enter HOSTESS and SLY . . .”
Elijah proceeded to read the play out loud, walking through it with Orlando. He appeared to be following and understanding rather well. Like many students, Orlando clearly had trouble understanding Elizabethan English.
When their session ended, Elijah stopped reading. “We’ll finish the play tomorrow. Shouldn’t this be easy for you, though? I mean, being from England, and all.”
“I do not talk like that,” Orlando smiled.
“But the accent’s the same. ‘Say that she rail; why, then I’ll tell her plain/She sings as sweetly as a nightingale,’” Elijah recited in a deliberately bad impression of Orlando’s accent.
“That’s rubbish. I also don’t go around speaking in verse. You’re much more likely to hear me say ‘bloody wanker,’ than ‘sweet nightingale.’”
Elijah had to laugh at that. He just enjoyed hearing Orlando speak. Truly, it would sound more authentic coming from the Brit.
“Where are you from, anyway?”
“Canterbury,” Orlando replied, zipping up his backpack.
“Canterbury?” Elijah chuckled. “Like The Canterbury Tales?”
“The one and only,” Orlando smiled back.
“How about you? Where are you from?”
“Oh, I’m from Cedar Rapids, Iowa.”
“Iowa? An English buff like you? I figured you would be from somewhere like the Deep South. Isn’t that where all the American literature comes from?”
“Iowa, I’ll have you know, is the best place in the country to go to school for English.”
“Really?” Orlando said, raising an eyebrow.
“It is. The University of Iowa.”
“Your next appointment is here, Lij!” Liv called.
Elijah rocked back onto his heels. He and Orlando had actually held a conversation. He had to force himself not to smile.
“I should get going,” Orlando said.
“Yeah, I’ve gotta go, too.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow. Same time.” Orlando winked and he was gone.
If he had been alone, Elijah would have squealed like a girl.
*
On Friday, Elijah was sitting behind his desk when Orlando showed up. He’d deliberately eaten his lunch early so that he’d be prepared for Orlando’s arrival.
Elijah watched through his eyelashes as Orlando swaggered into the writing center. He flashed a smile to Liv at the front desk and the girl waved her fingertips at him.
“Good afternoon, Orlando.”
“Cheers, Livvy.”
Livvy? But Elijah didn’t have time to ponder the relationship between Orlando and Liv because Orlando was now directing the full force of that smile on him. Elijah’s body flushed with warmth.
“Hey,” Orlando said, sitting down and swinging his backpack over his shoulder.
“Hello,” Elijah replied, working to keep his voice even.
“I’m early today,” Orlando said, tilting his face toward Elijah as he dug his book out of his bag.
“I see that. You’re making an improvement.”
“And on this, best of all,” Orlando said, flipping to the page they left off on. “Aren’t you coming over here?” Orlando frowned. He looked so adorable with a pucker between his brows.
“I thought I’d have you read to me today.”
“Oh.” The frown deepened.
As much as Elijah wanted to hear Orlando’s smooth voice read him Shakespeare, he also wanted to rub his thumb between Orlando’s eyebrows until he quit frowning.
“Go ahead and start whenever you’re ready.”
Elijah leaned back in his chair, but he resisted the urge to close his eyes. He was still at work, after all.
Orlando began, but his cadence was neither smooth nor melodious. Some words he had to sound out, others he’d skip entirely. He’d go for several sentences and then all of a sudden he’d stop and stutter over a word. Finally, Elijah had enough.
“Stop.”
Orlando looked up and his cheeks filled with heat. “Sorry. I’m . . . not so good at reading.”
“Is it that hard when you’re reading silently to yourself?”
“Well, yeah. I’m dyslexic.”
Elijah closed his eyes and groaned. He should have realized there was something wrong from the beginning.
“I’m sorry,” Orlando said.
“Don’t . . . why are you sorry?” Elijah asked. “No, don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault. I just didn’t know, is all.”
“I don’t really like to tell people,” Orlando said, shrugging one shoulder.
“It might have saved us some time,” Elijah chuckled, but Orlando’s face stayed serious. “I’m sorry. That’s not funny.” Elijah cleared his throat. “Are you registered with the disability office?”
“No.” Orlando shook his head.
“Well, did you know that you can get extra time on writing assignments if you are?”
“Really?”
“Yep.”
“Do I have to, uh, take tests and stuff there?”
“Not unless you want to.”
“And my professors will know . . .”
“Only what you want to tell them. All they will know is that you’re registered and that you need more time. And you don’t even have to use the extra time if you don’t need it.”
“Okay.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad, does it?”
“Well, it’s just that my teachers back home really made me feel like I was stupid. So I’ve just hidden it. But nobody’s good at writing, so . . .”
“So Shakespeare,” Elijah said, forcing a smile onto his face.
“What? Does talking about my learning disability make you uncomfortable?”
“No, not at all. It just sounded like you were getting uncomfortable, so I thought I’d get back to the play.”
“I actually don’t think I’ve ever told anyone about my dyslexia before,” Orlando said. He smiled—a real smile.
Elijah wasn’t sure what to say to that.
They continued with Orlando reading out loud. Students tended to learn better that way, and Orlando seemed to gain confidence as he continued to read. By the end of the play, he was reading at a steadier pace and making fewer mistakes.
“So Lucentio tried to win Katherine over because of a bet, but ended up falling in love with her, anyway?”
“Yes.”
“Wow. That makes so much more sense now.”
Elijah couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled out of his throat.
“You have a nice laugh,” Orlando said.
“Thanks,” Elijah replied softly.
“Do you have any plans for tonight?” Orlando asked suddenly.
“Other than studying the MLA Handbook?” Elijah’s smile faded when he realized Orlando was serious. “No, I don’t have any plans tonight.”
“Would you like to go out with me? We could go have dinner, or something.”
“Umm . . .” Elijah’s eyes flicked up to the front desk, where Liv was giving him two thumbs up. “Liv put you up to this, didn’t she?”
Orlando glanced behind him, but he was still smiling. “She told me you’re gay.”
“I am.” Elijah closed his eyes and nodded. “Yeah. I would love to go out with you tonight, Orlando.”
They exchanged numbers and Orlando promised to call Elijah so he could pick him up.
