poppywinterfield:
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aroma mocha, was the only place she felt safe right now, coffee and low lighting. if only she could make the rest of the customers vanish and then it would be perfect. it was safe to say she was more than a little hungover, and the pile of manuscripts she was supposed to be reading over had been untouched since she had arrived, instead she was half way through her second coffee, and she was currently contemplating her second cake. it was only as she felt someone hover at her side that she looked up, and she realized her table was the last one with a spare seat. “if you plan on attempting to speak to me….i wouldn’t sit down.”
“sounds like you need to go home, go back to bed, and try gettin’ up again. you ain’t in no shape to be out in public right now with that attitude.”









