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@june-monroe
Thereâs an island, Kalokairi. People used to think if you sailed on from there youâd fall off the edge of the world. That sounds like the place for me. Lily James as Donna Sheridan in Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again (2018)
The only thing I cared about in that whole entire song is flipping the orange off my elbow. - Lily James Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again (2018) dir. Ol Parker
saskiareillyâ:
Saskia sat on a park bench, slowly rocking Nora in her arms. A car alarm had gone off in the middle of the night, and the baby had been cranky ever since. And while a public park seemed like an odd place to try to make your child sleep, it was far quieter than their own neighborhood. âSomewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly,â she sang as Noraâs lashes fluttered shut. âIf birds- oh shit,â Saskia groaned as her elbow made contact with a sippy cup and pushed it to the ground. She looked around frantically, both embarrassed by her word choice and hopeful that someone nearby could help her. âExcuse me,â Saskia called out to the person nearest her, âcould you please pass me that cup? Sheâs almost asleep and Iâm afraid to move,â she pleaded.
June didnât actually notice the young mother and child before she heard her sing, a smile parting her lips quietly. After spending some quality time with Adam and Mia recently, just seeing another kid made her chest swell. Especially when the kid was close in age with Mia. Seeing the sippy cup fall to the ground, June was quick to react, already turning to walk that way when the mother asked for a hand. âOf course,â she whispered gently and hurried the last couple of steps, bending down to grab the cup and place it back onto the bench. âThere you go. And what a cute little girl you have,â she adde for good measure, a warm smile taking root on her curved lips.
mason-janesâ:
          He smiled, ear to ear, perhaps a little too wide, perhaps enough to scare whatever measly fish that had dared to test his line off and back to the reeds. It had grown with her complimentary talk; her nods here, her subtle agreements there. Easy speak. A laugh sputtered from his parted lips, the male giving his head a quick shake, âI donât think I was gonna catch anything anyway,â He stated, slow, eased in his southern drawl, âMaybe a bootâŠÂ âA nice spare tire,â Mason japed then, glancing over her way, as his hands pulled the line in closer, giving it a sharp, but smooth tug. It was soft moments, with the sun pulling down like blinds, that he wished heâd gotten out more, if just to enjoy the withering summer heat. His eyes remained planted on hers, only pulling away to glancing down, over at the turtle, half in gesture, half in inspection, âI think youâre leavinâ our man out of the equation here. He might out-talk us both,â His caper rang boyish and sweet: perspiration on the back of the neck, the scent of fresh-cut grass and new mud. Boyish. The blonde held a smile, looking back out towards the small lake, âIâll get a word in. Believe me now.â His assurance was cadence and unfurrowed, his grin leaking through his tone.
          He pulled his hand back after the shake, down, back to the rod and the turn on the side, fingers long and relaxed. Heâd expected her to have another pet, one other at least, for he figured, if you had a turtle you mustâve had a collection. But he was mildly surprised when she said none, more so when she said she was allowed to bring the tortoise to her work. His brows lifted at the comment, chin turning back, gaze settling on her once more as a momentary silence eased from his still lips, âTo work?â He spoke, questioning her with a faux interrogation, all low chuckles on the inside, âWhere in the hell do you work?â The boy added, a laugh leaving with it, completely taken by her at the moment: a peculiar soul, in the most immeasurable of ways. He shook his head, âNo, I donât. Donât have the time for one, but Iâd love a dog. I have one back at home, an old lab now. We named him Bear.â
âOh come on, you never know. There might have been a few sleepy fish down there looking for an easy meal,â she said, knowing that they were probably more than awake after listening to her talk, and now long gone, searching for a less deadly meal probably. âWell, or a spare tire yeah,â she added, laughing with him. It was easy and comfortable, and it sort of reminded her of meeting new people abroad â Of her years spent in Europe, all the locals she had met and had pleasant and spontaneous moments with like this one. It made her miss it even more, but also made her feel better about being âstuckâ in Lanford. At least there were people here still worth getting to know. âYou think so? Well, letâs hope he does, then I wonât feel as bad for contributing,â she jested. Happy that he seemed so confident, she laughed lightly and nodded with pleasure. âThatâs good. Someone should rival me and my never ending stream of words.â
Tracking Eugeneâs whereabouts with her eyes, the small tortoise not exactly hard to find, or the kind of pet you had to worry about running off, June smiled and nodded. âYeah,â she confirmed and looked back up at the blonde again, âWell, I work two places. I donât bring him with me when I waitress at Muncherâs though, but I do when I work at the flower shop in Haverford. He loves it.â At least she was confident that he did, though it could be her projecting it on to him. âAw thatâs too bad, but also the right thing to do then, if you donât have the time. At least you have one waiting for you at home. Where is that again? Somewhere in the south?â She guessed.
hunthomasâ:
âIt does have a certain something about it.â He nodded, âthough, I am not sure how I would feel about them yelling it in the ER if Iâm the one lying in the stretcher. âDoctor June get the paddlesâ I just, that doesnât have the same ring.â He shook his head, just the thought of himself in the hospital was never a good one, but hell, maybe if she was actually a doctor it would be briefly brighter. âI donât know.â He shrugged, âI donât keep track of time, at least not the long stretches. Thatâs too much work, letâs just settle with to long.â But he was sure it was before he left for college. Before he started what he was doing now, before the practical life change. âHow am I?â He repeated her, âI think Iâm good, but that might depend on the minute of the day. It changes a lot.â And it might of been minutely, but that wasnât a stretch. âHow are you?âÂ
âAlso a very good point,â June said and nodded, âMaybe I should stick to waitressing and flower arranging. I donât think I have it in me to do all those doctor things anyway.â She definitely didnât. Having someoneâs life in her hands, that was way too much responsibility for someone like her â Someone who liked to run from it rather than to it. Chuckling at his vague reply, she nodded agreeable. âI donât know either. Iâm horrible at keeping track of exact time, but I know itâs been a while.â And it had, which was kind of sad, but she was used to it now. Not seeing people for a while. âThatâs a vague kind of reply, huh? What does that even mean? That youâre a little moody?â She teased innocently. âIâm good overall, a little tired but thatâs my normal I guess. What have you been up to the last couple of years? I donât think I know, not even through the small town grapevine.â
zoe-fosterrâ:
                     âI mean, those are pretty good options,â Zoe said. âPersonally, I would prefer you didnât run off to some remote island though, at least not without meâ and if I left, then Adrian would probably follow, and we both know Ophelia and Idris would follow him, and before you know it, that island isnât so remote anymore, and you might as well have stayed and even saved the money on airfare.â She nudged the blonde in the side gently, sporting a warm smile on her lips, hoping to get one out of her too, to lighten the mood. âI guess youâll just have to stay here and fall in love with some nice man instead,â she whispered, leaning her head against Juneâs. A little part of her probably wouldnât stop rooting for the blonde and Rafe to somehow get back together though, even if it might have seemed impossible right now.
                     Chuckling lightly, she shifted carefully and began to get up. âI knew I could count on ice cream to brighten the mood a bit,â she said and gave Juneâs shoulder a reassuring squeeze before she was entirely on her feet. âGive me two seconds, and Iâll be back with enough ice cream to put us in a coma.â She darted from the couch to the kitchen, still in plain sight of course, as she pulled tub after tub from the freezer, stacking them on top of each other before bringing them to the coffee table. âBowls,â she said next and hurried back, grabbing two along with a couple of spoons, and last, but not least, a bottle of Jim Beam. âAdds just a little,â she chuckled when she came waltzing back, plopping down onto the couch next to June without wasting another second before grabbing a spoon and a tub.
âOkay okay,â June said and laughter followed almost immediately, tumbling out of her mouth and surprising even herself. Sometimes, even not that long ago, it was hard to imagine anything could ever make her laugh and smile again â But then again, no one stood a chance against Zoe Foster, not even this brokenhearted feeling. âNot running off to some island then. Itâs off the table.â But staying in town and falling in love with someone new seemed even more impossible, even if she wished it werenât. In fact, her life would be a lot easier if she woke up in the morning, completely over Rafe and in love with someone else instead. It would be a good plan if only life worked out like that. So easily. âYeah,â she said and tried not to sound already defeated, âThatâs the plan.â
Smiling up at Zoe when she dislodged from the couch, June nodded. âEnough ice cream to put us in a coma? I take back what I said before â This is the new plan. Just me and you and an ice cream coma. Thatâs even better than running off to somewhere,â she jested with a brief but very sincere laugh. Once they were all set up, bowls spoon and many tubs of ice cream, Zoe thought to bring the Jim Beam too, and of course June could only count that as a smart move. âNot bad, not bad,â she said and chuckled in approval. âAre we all set then? For the ice cream coma?â
adam-sterlingâ:
                   âYeah,â Adam said and nodded his head softly, watching as June and Mia interacted. It was a tender moment, and for any devoted dad, it was impossible not to smile. âYou definitely have all of us, weâre not going anywhere,â he promised. June might have been a wanderer, and Adam knew what that was like, but he needed her here in Lanford just as much as she needed her friends.
               âThatâs why youâre now officially our favorite people,â Adam chuckled, a wide smile reaching his eyes easily when around the blonde. When she asked if she could hold Mia, he was quick to let her. âYes! Of course you can,â he said and handed her over, watching how the little girl extended her arms all on her own, clearly excited to be held by someone other than her dad for once. âThatâs not true,â Adam said a moment later, shaking his head at June. âYou deserve the best, okay? Donât forget it.â
âThank you,â June said and smiled warmly. She really would be nothing without her family â That much was certain, even if family no longer, and had never really, consisted of only blood relatives. Hell, her own parents abandoned her and Jake before they were even old enough to truly remember them. What mattered in the end was this... The people who stayed.
Welcoming Mia in her arms, she hugged her close for a moment, her eyes closed and a tender smile in firm place on her lips. What a blessing she was, the little girl who had come into their lives so suddenly. âYouâre so cute,â she whispered to Mia and sat her on her lap so she was facing her, able to see her when June talked and smiled in her direction. âAnd your daddy is a little bit crazy, isnât he? Way too kind for sure, thatâs what he is.â
mason-janesâ:
          âI went deep-sea fishinâ once, a long, long time ago, off The Gulf,â He remarked, âMe and my old man, we caught a big ole lemon shark once. Iâll never forget that, mostly âcause he wonât live it down,â The male smiled with the delivery, his father, not a big fisher, but he knew the ranks. Between him and his brother, heâd always been the one that was closer to their father, not that was saying much. He was a tough nut to crack, tougher than he used to be, âItâs one of those stories he always jumps to whenever we had guests, or when Iâd bring a girl home,â His smile widened, amused by the thought now, but more so annoyed with it when he had been a teenager, â⊠Your grandfather sounds like a good man though. You can tell him I said thatââ A light laugh cracked at his lips as if it would matter coming from a stranger at the park, but he liked to imagine this particular blonde wouldnât be a stranger forever; that surely heâd run into her again, âYou go on then, talk my ear off. I might talk yours off too if you give me the chance.â He jested, rearing his pole back, giving her a glance before he threw out the line.
          His hand found the reel once he decided it was a decent toss, and he laughed, again. She was funny, had a quirky charm about her that reminded him of the woman back at his home, âMason,â He returned, loosening his clutch on the reel and extending a right hand, crossing it over his left forearm for her to shake, âSo uh⊠You got any other pets roaminâ around that I should know about?â Mason smiled, his question only half-serious.
âReally? Wow, thatâs really impressive. I think. I mean, I donât actually know a lot about deep sea fishing, and if catching lemon sharks is normal or not, but it sounds impressing to me,â she admitted. âI wish my grandpa had come with me today â He would have loved everything about this conversation.â Laughter parted from her lips and her eyes shone with mirth just thinking about her grandfather when someone talked to him about fishing. âYour dad sounds like a solid guy though. I mean, thatâs such a dad thing to do, right? Bring up the lemon shark when you have company, especially if itâs a girl.â She chuckled, trying to imagine what her own dad was like. Not that she needed him though, whoever he was and wherever he was. She had been blessed with two loving and responsible grandparents instead. âOh I will tell him,â she said and lit up at the compliment minted on her grandpa, âItâll make his day Iâm sure.â When he actually encouraged her to talk his ear off, laughter rumbled and parted from her lips, âYou want me to talk your ear off? Doesnât that lower your chances of catching anything? And please, it would be great to have my ear talked off for once â I mean, if you can get a word in edgewise,â She joked.
âNice to meet you Mason,â she said and smiled, reaching up on her knees to grab his hand and give it a shake before she sat back down on her jacket again, mindful of Eugeneâs whereabouts on the grass. âNo â No other pets, only the Earl of Lettuce. I was gonna get a dog, but then I found this guy instead, and he can come with me to work, which is a huge plus. What about you? Any pets waiting at home?â
hunthomasâ:
âOh yeah.â He said, giving what he could of a convincing nod, âDoctor June, saving lives and taking names.â Or really, making him control his homicidal impulses one day at a time. âWell, yeah, or we can just pretend we had a meeting and not actually have a meeting.â She was a bright girl, chipper, goodâ and none of that was bad, but it was early in the day and he didnât function nicely this early. âThatâs a big ask.â He said, patting the seat next to him for the girl to sit down. He might as well sit for a minute, âmaybe lets not start with my whole life though, okay?âÂ
âOoh, Doctor June. That kind of has a ring to it, doesnât it?â She laughed lightly and shrugged her shoulders in a sunny kind of way, sort of perky as she usually was â At least around the right people. âNo, come to think of it, Iâm pretty sure I want the meeting. I mean, how long has it been again?â She quirked a brow at him, like she was daring him to challenge her on this when she obviously wanted a chance to catch up with him, but then on the other hand she didnât want to force him into it either. When he did pat the seat next to him though, she took it as a small victory and slid in beside him. âOkay, fair enough â That would probably take some time anyway. But uh, how are you? Thatâs a good place to start, right?â
callum-reynoldsâ:
âUneventful without me? Well, shucks, June, you sure do know how to make a guy feel special.â Callum flashed his signature brilliant smile. âYeah⊠one of those big âall hands on deckâ kinda cases. Lots of people. Lots of moving parts. The jury is still deliberating, but Iâve done my part. Verdict should be reached tomorrow, so Iâm in need of a distraction until then.Â
âWas that what I said?â June teased, âOr did you just hear that?â A laugh parted from her lips, but her smile stayed intact. She liked Callum â He was charming and easy to talk to, which was more than enough to keep her happy at this point. âThatâs impressive. You definitely deserve a night out. Next drink round is on me, okay? And Iâll keep my fingers crossed for you tomorrow,â she promised with a warm smile before catching the bartenders attention. âCould I get an old fashioned, and then... Whatever the lawyer wants,â she said and leaned her head in Callumâs direction.
Lily James â Attending a screening of Black â47â in London. Â
hunthomasâ:
âNo, I get it.â He said, in response listening to the voice on the other end of the phone continue on, âit is a lot, I know.â He continued, more placating his boss than actually listening. There was no way it was happening, he didnât fly anymore, at least not now, so getting what the man wanted was practically impossible, if he wanted to be undetected and that was all Hunter wanted. âHey, let me think about it, but Iâm going to have to let you goââ he was interrupted, âno, I know this is important but my meeting just showed up.â It didnât he just needed a nice way to hang up, âyeah, uh huh.â He rolled his eyes before ending the call, directing his attention to the person nearing him, âyou donât know this, but I think you just saved someoneâs life, I swear.âÂ
"I just saved someoneâs life?â June said with a raised brow, questioning but also very intrigued. âAnd Iâm your meeting?â She overheard that last bit, but figured it was an excuse to end a tedious phone call, which she was more than alright with doing for Hunter. âActually, I donât mind being your meeting â Maybe that means I get to hang out with you for a little bit, yeah? When it comes to your life, Iâm way out of the loop and I need to undo that. Whatâs up? Spare no details, I want to know everything,â she said and grinned, sitting down on and empty seat next to Hunter while watching him with almost child-like excitement and curiosity.
callum-reynoldsâ:
Callum was not usually one to skimp on the nightlife - heâd rather roll into work on three hours sleep than be holed up like a kept animal. But the case heâd been working on was an important one, and exceptions had to be made. âThree weeks with my head spent buried in depositions⊠What did I miss?âÂ
âI wish I knew,â June said and turned to look at Callum, her head slightly leaned to one side in curiosity. âI canât say Iâm really all that caught up on everything myself, but my best guess is that... You probably didnât miss out on that much. Itâs good to see you out and about though. I take it you just finished a case then? Did you win?â
{ » @rafedelgado.
From 4pm to 5pm, only one customer dropped by the shop. It was Mr. Masterson from down the road â June had grown up with his kids, and every time she saw him now, she thought about that one time her and his eldest daughter snuck out and went ice skating on the lake at midnight, only to go through the ice and nearly drown. She still felt bad about it, even though it was obvious he no longer harboured any resentment for it. The memory was usually enough to steal her mind away, to distract her from woes of daily life, but not today. With resent conversations lingering in her head, one with Adam and one with Zoe, June was unsure what a walk with Rafe would mean â And why she said yes in the first place. Ten minutes to five, she began closing down, and at exactly 5pm, she pressed the number to activate the alarm and stepped outside, locking up and turning around to see Rafe walking up the street towards her. Part of her thought maybe he wouldnât show, which had been a comforting thought in many ways, but a light sense of relief at the sight of him managed to sneak up on her nevertheless.Â
adam-sterlingâ:
                    âThereâs always that chance,â Adam said when June suggested she might grow out of this phase, of feeling like this when it came to Rafe. He wasnât so sure himself, but he knew there was a possibility. From his own experience though, some people just stuck forever, even after youâd moved on. It was frustrating, but sometimesâ just sometimes, it was all worth it in the end. âIâm sorry,â he said after a moment of silence, her conclusion that Rafe and her would never work as friends not a surprising one to him, unfortunately, but sad nevertheless.
               Pulling a pack of baby wipes from the bag by his chair, he wiped Miaâs face clean from the sticky ice cream, and then her fingers, switching out what was left of the melting ice cream with a toy from the bag to keep her busy instead, before wiping his own fingers. âThanks for the ice cream,â he said and chuckled, letting it linger and morph into laughter when June asked if he had any brothers to set her up with. âUnfortunately not, and honestly if I did? Theyâd probably not deserve someone like you, June.â And he clearly meant that as a compliment.
âItâs okay,â June said and forced herself to perk up a bit, her usual smile flourishing on her life and easily made genuine when Mia smiled back at her. âI mean, I have you guys, right? Thatâs all that matters.â She reached out her hand and extended a finger for Mia to grab, her little fingers strong and steady when they closed around Juneâs, making her heart swell. She was so cute, it was almost unbearable â But only almost.
âOh, youâre so welcome. Iâll always have ice cream for her. And for you too of course, my grandma made sure of that,â she said and laughed. Once Mia was all cleaned up, June extended her arms out, looking from Mia to Adam. âCan I?â She asked, missing the weight of the little girl in her arms. His comment made her roll her eyes for a moment though, good natured and spiked with a chuckle, âWhat makes you think that? If they were related to you, then itâs a lot more likely I wouldnât deserve them.â
adrianoharaâ:
       âHey, hey now, thatâs nowhere near true, Juney,â He protested, though laughter had snaked its way through each vowel and consonant until any sound of being stern turned invalid, âOne of the regulars at The Cellar tells me I remind him of a young Gregory Peck,â His jaw had jutted, tongue between his teeth, a smirk sculpting his lips as a boyish sense of play infiltrated the âcatchâ, âââHeâs blind as a bat and drunk as a dog, but regardless, I leave swole,â Hands motioning a swell around his head before another bout of laughter broke. He slipped her bag from off her shoulder and hung it up, wanting nothing more than for the blonde to feel right at home.
       Juneâs offbeat observation had eyes of bright hazel roaming around the rustic space, seeking out her vision in high beams and exposed brick, âYeah?â He always liked hearing that: visions of another. A chance to the see the world through a different set of eyes. A half-smile found him, a nod throughout. Juneâs way of seeing the world was something special, something to be savoured, âI see it. What you mean,â He brought his left hand, the one unmarked by wood stain, up to scratch at his neck, before gripping his nape to let it rest there, âWarm. Rustic. Lots of accidental colour,â Finally able to tear himself out of his reverie, he looked to June, curious, âA romance novel in the â70s, huhâŠâ He mused aloud, âSounds all âDiscoâ and âRock and Rollâ.â
       The hand on his neck dropped come her âinsultâ, his jaw too, and the flat of that palm found its way over a broad pack, pressed right over his heart, âOuch, Munroe. I said knock me down a few pegs, not send me plummeting,â He hissed a wince, rubbing at his chest, but a set of dimples broke the austere. Since boyhood heâd been told how lousy he was at accepting praise: his mother, Ophelia, Zoe, Adam, June. Even Idris had alluded to it a couple times. Salient confidence came easy to him, but it was being too humble that got him in trouble.
       Her approval meant the world. Sheâd been there since day one of this whirlwind love story, and here they were, a decade and a half later, in a loft that belonged to the lovers, making a home theatre to surprise Zoe with. It was surreal, but goddamn earned. He remained standing tall, hands on his hips in a workerâs slouch, watching her watch the box, awe-struck even if it wasnât much now, a bashful grin and rouge sheen varnishing his gilded exterior, â⊠Iâm warning youââ He wagged a finger at her before the ruse was up, and he grew earnest, squatting down; a tender smile coveting lips, as warm as her words made him feel, âNah,â He spoke slow, honeyed, moony gaze roaming the mount, âThis is nothing compared to what you lot give me.â He shrugged; that was all he said. All he could say. And the rest of it seeped like tea leaves in eyes of the same verdant hue. He knew he could live a thousand lives and never deserve the people around him, but hell if he wouldnât try.Â
       âYouâre too good for your own good, you know that? Trading in spinach pies in Mykonos and pizza in Venice, all for us,â Adrian shook his head, laughing to himself as dextrous elongated digits found purpose in sorting out the wiring. At her urge for him to keep it a surprise, his grin curved crooked, a smirk, tongue pressed into the soft plush of his cheek, âOh yeah. I canât risk itââ as much as you love us both, I know where your loyalties truly lie,â He joked, âNot that I blame you. Even when Iâm in my corner, Iâm still in hers.â A beat passed, and his attention shifted; far away from him and his enigmatic plans, to her own, â⊠What about you? Got any big plans going? Love, lofts, Lisbon, maybe?âÂ
âOh, I actually see the resemblance. And then Zoeâs your Audrey Hepburn, I see it so clearly,â she said with a light chuckle parting from her lips, her mouth set in a bright grin. âAnd FYI, if your head still fit through the door when you left, it wasnât nearly inflated enough, so once again, Iâm the real winner of this argument and you canât do anything about it.â She jerked her chin out, holding it high in mock arrogance, the mark of a laugh tearing down her conviction almost immediately however. She just didnât have it in her.
She turned and nodded her head like an excited child, âYeah, and I mean it in a good way, in case you were wondering. I think the 70âs were probably an amazing time to be our age, donât you? I mean, we had better rights than in the 60âs, or at least than in the beginning of the 60âs, and the internet hadnât been invented yet to corrupt us allââ She paused herself and shrugged, looking at Adrian. âYou and Zoe wouldâve been the king and queen of the 70âs, and this wouldâve been your castle,â she mused. âWarm, rustic, lots of accidental colour indeed. Youâd have the greatest disco parties up here.â She widened her stance on the hardwood, throwing a sideways peace sign from left eye to right with one hand, from right eye to left with the other next, laughter bubbling around her. âThis wouldâve been a good space to dance.â
If there was one thing June could never truly do, it would be to list even one thing she disliked about the man before her. Adrian was a good guy to the bone, there was zero doubts about it, and when he rubbed his chest in âpainâ she laughed at him and patted his shoulder. âThatâll teach you not to take a compliment seriously buddy.â Her shoulders shook with gentle laughter, but she knew deep down that this OâHara, not to mention his little sister, would probably never quite shake the humbleness that made them so resilient when it came to compliments. It spoke highly to their characters though, and the size of their heads. Theyâd never not fit through a door.
âOh please,â she said in a warning tone, much like the one he had just used on her. âThis is definitely something compared to whatever us lot give you. And youâre amazing, and thatâs the end of the discussion, in case you were wondering.â She chuckled and took another look around the task at hand, smiling to herself. Zoe would love it â Especially because Adrian was behind it. âWhatâs that? No, come on.â She chuckled and shook her head at the idea that she was âtoo good for her own goodâ simply because she would rather stay here with them than go off to Europe again. âDonât get me wrong. I love Mykonos and Venice, but what they lack⊠is you guys, you know? If you would all come along with me, well then we would be sitting on a beach somewhere now, or in a gondola, drinking wine and eating cheese.â
It had its appeal. She often thought about leaving, if only for a few weeks, but she couldnât do it, not as long as her grandma was sick. And at the end of the day, it was probably more about running away, than running towards something, and that seemed wrong. âI know,â she said in regards to his loyalties to Zoe, âYouâre both so supportive and cute and loyal, itâs gross.â She laughed, but she loved it. No two people loved each other as much as Zoe and Adrian, and June couldnât be happier for them. âUh, no,â she said and shook her head when he reversed the question onto her. âAnd no, no, no and no. None of that going on in my life at the momentâŠâ She could talk to him about Rafe maybe, but it put him in an awkward position, being his friend and all, so she chose not to.