RIVER.
‘and for no good reason!’ he stomped as he said the words and looked so crestfallen. ‘good, that’s exactly what my signature scent is. oh, and disappointment. weird of you to forget that one.’ river rolled his eyes, tilting his head at the sight of her heels. on a beach… at a carnival? ‘baby girl, are you one to talk? plus you know i’d never shit on your vibe about wearing heels at a beach. we get each other, y’know? two peas in very different pods, but we are fucking peas. and you’re just jealous of my adorable tea cup.’
“Oh it’s just awful.” She laughed. “I’m sorry, that’s my bad. Disappointment is the key feature, how could I have.” Cherry rolled her eyes. “Very different pods. My tea cups are the finest porcelain from France and cast iron from Japan. Your tea cup has sand in it. Let’s go get more whiskey. I’m dying for a drink.”











