luelllasâ:
â ïœĄ â« â â HEARING A knock at the door was somewhat odd to lulu, considering she wasnât currently expecting anyone ( and marisol wasnât home, so she couldnât have been expecting anyone ). upon opening the door, her eyes landed on an unfamiliar redhead. her hand reached out and took the mail, quickly eyeing the name and address on the front. low and behold, the stack ( or at least the top letter ) did belong to her. â i assume mail-carrying can be a pretty dull job. perhaps the mailman is just looking to switch things up? itâd be, like, the perfect meet-cute if you ask me. nonetheless, thanks for bringing it by. letâs just hope thereâs nothing too important in here. â
as the pretty brunette opened the door, sutton smiled in somewhat of a greeting even after mentioning the mail she had gotten. âsounds like a pretty decent rom-com to me, wouldnât you say?â looking at the pile of mail in the other girls hand, sutton lightly shrugged her shoulders. âI swear I didnât go through it or anything, and I donât think I missed anything but it was mixed in with my mail so something of mine may accidentally pop up in that pile, or more of your stuffs with me. the mailmenâs really off their game today.â













