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“She reminded me of the sea; the way she came dancing towards you, wild and beautiful, and just when she was almost close enough to touch she’d rush away again.”

— Glenda Millard, A Small Free Kiss in the Dark

#about

verdadurmaz:

***

Ver offered a quiet apology towards the woman as she called for Zepp to join her in the kitchen for a treat of his own. “If you ignore him, he’ll eventually call it quits,” she joked, though the dog had heard her offer of treats and was coming to collect. When he’d reached a good boy sit, she rewarded him with a crunchy treat she’d hand baked a day earlier. “He’s used to seeing the same two people come in, so when he sees someone he isn’t around often, he forgets how to be a good boy with manners.” Overall, he was a well behaved dog. He didn’t jump, but he’d lean on someone, sniff around, and silently beg for whatever was in their hands.

Just as soon as the woman’s arms had freed up, Zepp was back for the attention seeking. “I promise I give him attention when other people aren’t here. We go for plenty of walks,” she continued on, not even surprised by the show he was putting on. “It’s got a ring to it, doesn’t it? Storefront owner,” she echoed, pausing at the countertop with two glasses in front of her. “I was thinking the same thing. Luckily, I’ve gotten good at opening bottles without the big pop. I just need a second.” With that, Ver turned on the balls of her feet, grabbed a paper towel and a hand towel to complete the task. She’d watched a Youtube video on how to open a bottle of champagne without a mess and just like she had many times before, she was successful. “And here we are,” she finally hummed as she poured a generous amount between herself and the other. “Anything you’d like to make a toast for tonight?”

“How could I possibly ignore that face?” Though it was Zepp’s butt that faced her as Ver’s call for treats drew him away from Marley and towards his mother. “Traitor.” But there was nothing but a grin on her lips as she watched Zepp sit for Ver, in promise of the treat Marley knew was homemade (homemade dog treats, was there anything this woman couldn’t do?). “Sounds like my last boyfriend.” Marley teased, happily dropping to her knees to properly offer the dog the greeting she’d been unable to with her arms full. She’d never had a pet growing up, other than the stray cat who came around in high school, and her lifestyle these days didn’t exactly support one, so she simply lived vicariously through the friends she made in her travels. All of the perks of pet ownership without any of the responsibility. It was the Marley Callahan way.

Once Zeppelin had received the appropriate amount of attention, Marley rose to her feet, making her way to Ver’s sink in order to wash her hands before beginning to remove the contents from the Chinese food takeout bag. “Oh, it certainly does.” Marley had to hand it to her: Ver was absolutely amazing. She’d met a lot of hardworking people in her life, but none even came close to the work ethic and ability that the woman before her had....and to be able to properly pop a bottle of champagne on top of it all? “You know, Ver, I think I might be just a little more attracted to you than usual....” Marley teased, reaching forward for a generously poured glass and thinking about potential toasting options. “To...successful careers?” The presence of the dog by her feet made her quick to add, “and Zeppelin, of course.”

#Ver

harper-thompson:

“Me?” Harper gestured at themselves, shaking their head, though it was good-naturedly. The uniforms were surprisingly similar when they weren’t in full fire-fighting gear. “You’ve got me confused with someone else. I just help take care of the aftermath.” As if that were any less impressive. Harper didn’t think they’d be allowed to actually be a firefighter, with their disability. While the redhead never liked to let a disability stop anyone from doing anything that they wanted to do, there were some things that just weren’t practical, weren’t safe. And listening for a cry for help in a smoke filled building definitely took more astute hearing than they had.

“I can’t say that I’ve read it.” The paramedic admitted, though from the title, it was pretty easy to assume what it was about. “And suddenly you’ve got a new best friend.” They mused, smile on their lips. “Not tempted to make your friendship…. more permanent?” Harper asked curiously. Harper and her wife had rescued more than a few stray cats since moving to Providence. But they definitely couldn’t keep them all, so they understood if the blonde couldn’t take the dog home.

“You.” Part of Marley considered cracking a joke about not seeing any other gorgeous firefighters around, but before she could, the other informed her that she had them confused. Marley’s eyebrows furrowed, unsure of how she could possibly mistake that red hair. “You mean that’s not a fancy firefightin’ uniform I see you in?” She could almost swear she could picture it, but maybe she was confusing them for another patron. It was rare Marley was wrong about a face, but not impossible.

She laughed at the assessment. “Ten out of ten read, highly recommend.” She teased. Looking back down at Lucky, Marley tilted her head, as if to ask are we best friends? Lucky merely blinked back at her. “I guess I do.” The permanent placement question was a bit more complicated, Marley blowing out a breath as she glanced back at the redhead. “I’m afraid I can barely take care of myself, most days.” She lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “I’m also on a boat a good portion of the year, and somethin’ tells me Lucky here doesn’t exactly have his sea legs yet.”

#Harper

leilabarak:

Leila’s eyes widened with a sadness when she realized that the dog was a stray. He seemed like a happy little guy, but not having a home to call his own felt just sad. “Oh! Is that…that’s bad, isn’t it? Dogs don’t belong on the streets,” Leila hummed, walking to close the gap between them so she could plop down on the ground next to where the dog was. Curling up with her legs crossed underneath her, Leila held a hand out towards the dog to let him come forward and sniff at it. “Is um…do you think he’d be interested in having a home?” Leila didn’t really know how that worked, if stray dogs could just be picked up and adopted by whoever found them around the streets. She didn’t even know if he would be a good fit for her, but the bleeding heart in her was already considering just walking the poor thing home with her and letting him stay forever.

Marley couldn’t help but soften at the woman’s gentleness, an almost childlike sadness to her upon discovering that Lucky didn’t have a home. She agreed, dogs didn’t belong on the street, but she also knew the ways of life, and Lucky was not the first, nor the last, stray dog Marley would ever come into contact with. “They certainly don’t.” She murmured back, watching the way she plopped on the ground opposite of Marley. Lucky responded immediately, no hesitation in the way he surged forward to lick at the hand outstretched towards him, before unceremoniously plopping down right at her feet. Marley couldn’t help but laugh, though her eyes raised to the woman’s at the sound of her question. “Well, you could ask him, but I’m not sure he’d answer.” She teased with a smile. “But he seems to like you, and you didn’t even feed him nothin’, so that’s more than he could say for me.” She would be sad to see Lucky go, but if this woman had a big enough heart to pluck him up right off the streets, Marley knew he would be in better care than she herself could give.

#Leila

averyxchopra:

You know, she should’ve saw this coming. Truly should’ve been expected—well, in a way, how the fuck was she supposed to expect to see Marley of all people? Now, it wasn’t like the world would end if she saw her. No, there were worse people that she would rather never, ever, for as long as she lives, see again in her entire life. Marley wasn’t one of those people. Truly, the younger girl could never say anything horrible about her. The other was fun, adventurous, and was capable of making any time a good time.

At the same time, however, she wouldn’t be surprised if she hated her. She had ghosted her one night without a single word. No goodbye, no note, nothing. She hadn’t gone looking for Avery-or, maybe she had and she didn’t know that-and she’d just assumed that she’d left Boston. She’d met her a few weeks after Carla had left. It’d been a hard blow to watch the blonde leave and, unfortunately, she went off the deep end. Resulting in the girl becoming one of her many distractions afterwards.

Years later and now, here they are. Avery heading to the Burger Joint, pleasantly surprised to see a dog heading to her, and was none the wiser. She had crouched down and started cooing to him, scratching behind his ear, before freezing at the voice. It’s been four years, yet she would know that voice anywhere. The pup ran back to the other voice and slowly, she looked up. Feeling as if she’s seen a ghost. “H-Hey,” she croaked out. “Well, um… That’s good. Yeah, he seems, uh… He seems like a total sweetheart.”

She hadn’t recognized her, originally. Marley’s main focus had been on the dog, running through the different scenarios that could play out if Lucky wasn’t, in fact, as mild-mannered around other people like Marley had thought. Not that she wanted any harm to come to the passer-by, but she also didn’t want to be considered responsible for the behavior of the animal that she only occasionally fed and gave some head scratches too a few times a week. Luckily (no pun intended), Lucky was on his best behavior, and came back to Marley with no hesitation (though she figured that could be due to the lingering smell of the burgers she’d since run out of to give to him).

“Yeah, he’s a good boy.” Scratching under Lucky’s chin, Marley lifted her head to properly look at the woman. Though she’d heard the shakiness in her voice, she’d chalked it up to an aversion to dogs, but after a beat, recognition passed on the blonde’s face, lips parting in a surprise grin. She’d long since stopped being surprised by familiar faces popping up in unfamiliar places, but Avery was just a little different.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” Typically it was Marley who disappeared without a trace, only to pop up years later like nothing had changed. Rising to her feet, her head shook in disbelief, though her smile never did falter. “Someone’s quite a ways from Boston.”

#Avery

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MAMMA MIA! HERE WE GO AGAIN (2018) — directed by Ol Parker

#Face #about

unbecoming-kiley

#music

She was not particularly skilled in the kitchen. There were things she’d learned to make out of necessity, growing up with a mother who preferred to drink her dinner; scrambled eggs, and ramen, mac and cheese. Food, and in turn, cooking, had never been something she learned to enjoy growing up, rather than something she simply needed to do to keep going. These feelings had changed over the years, the different places she’s seen and been to introducing her to cuisines she never could’ve imagined eating at fifteen, sixteen years old, but by that point, Marley felt as if it were too late for her cooking skills to come to fruition. When she was on land, it was typically holed up in a motel, with no kitchen to be able to cook, and when at sea, the boat’s chef took care of most crew meals.

The Burger Joint, thankfully, kept her fed at least one meal a day, though after two months of burgers and fries, she was beginning to lose interest. Her shopping cart, frankly, would’ve been horrifying to anybody above the age of twelve, made up of frozen pot pies, pizza rolls, sugary cereals and boxed noodles. Though she had splurged on an apartment in Providence Peak, she hadn’t exactly splurged on a range of kitchen equipment for it (or any furniture at all, really), and didn’t plan to.

The final items on her non-existent list awaited her in the liquor aisle, Marley’s hip leaned against her cart as her eyes perused the different options. As if to place the final nail in the coffin that was her grocery selections, she’d begun to reach on the bottom shelf for the boxed wine when the slight jolt of her cart had her looking up. Though she hadn’t been the one to bump into the other, an apology was right on her lips anyways, until she saw just who it was that’d bumped into her.

“Excuse you.” But there was no bite behind the jest, a slow grin pulling up on her lips at the sight of Asher. “I do believe this aisle is big enough for the both of us, you know.”

@asher-mason

#asher-mason #Asher

everdaugherty:

—

“Instilling confidence in people happens to be my other job. I’m glad I’m not slacking on either.” Ever grinned. “Nothing you draw can be all that bad. I don’t think it’s possible. Have you seen modern art pieces?” He was intrigued to see what the girl would be able to do. Even if it looked like shit he wouldn’t laugh. He had a ten year old daughter that did some interesting artwork sometimes and he would never say anything about it. Art was a form of expression and Ever knew that very well.

He waited, only slightly patiently, while she drew whatever it was she was hiding from him. It was either going to be something inappropriate or she really didn’t have confidence in herself. “Here I was thinking you were drawing a stick person.” He replied, pulling the paper over to himself. “It really isn’t bad. Why were you saying you couldn’t draw? Besides, anyone is an artist if they want to be. Now a tattoo artist. I think you might want to hold off on that one for a little bit.”

“Ha ha.” Marley pulled a face at Ever, a mock laugh escaping her lips, tongue poked out, but it was quick to turn into a real grin. Shaking her head, she knew he had a point, at least in terms of modern art, though Marley would hardly compare herself to those who could sell out art galleries, or hang in the MoMA. She did appreciate that art could come in all shapes and forms though--even the shape and form of whatever it was she’d put to paper for him right then.

“I like to keep you on your toes.” She teased, watching his face for his genuine reaction to her drawing. Some people’s mouths said one thing and their face another, but she was pleased to see that Ever’s were saying the exact same thing...even if that thing was that she had no future as a tattoo artist. Marley pretended to be gutted by the news, hands folding over her heart, as if crushed. “Oh, no. My five minute dream, ended before it could even begin.”

#Ever

seyhangultekin:

The woman had just finished another day of mediation with her clients and their future ex spouses which explained the lateness of her search for food. Usually she would stop by her favorite restaurant but the walk was just too far tonight. Though there wasn’t much physical force requirement in her job the mental aspect managed to make up for that in all the worst ways. Pulling her wool coat over her she wrapped the scarf around her neck making sure she kept herself warm and healthy because she knew Zeke, her baby daddy, would use any excuse he could to deny her visitation. Though things were better now than they had been the past couple of months it wasn’t at a great spot. There were days that had been assigned as hers that he would come up with some half ass reason to not bring Milos over. To say that she was lost in her own thoughts would be a great understatement. Which was why she didn’t even notice the dog till the blonde that ran behind him started to speak. Coming to a halt she looked down acknowledging the dog, a slight smile coming across her lips, “Is that so? Hope I end up ending on his good side because he looks like he could give someone a nasty beat up,” she teased as she pulled her shoulder bag closer to her side, “So this might be a shot in the dark considering you don’t know his biting history but do you know his name?”

In all actuality, Lucky didn’t look as if he could do much damage. Marley tried to keep him fed when she could, left out water dishes for when she wasn’t around, but the wear of being a dog on the streets was definitely apparent in his appearance. Though, judging by some of the battle scars he seemed to be sporting, it appeared to Marley that he’d done a pretty good job at holding his own.

“Oh, yeah, Lucky here is real tough. Don’t let the one eye fool you.” Marley gave the dog an affectionate pat on his side, looking down at him briefly as the woman asked if she knew his name. “Nah. Lucky’s just more of the nickname that I gave him...I looked for a collar when he first started pokin’ around here, some missin’ dog posters, but...” Nothing. Marley’s head shook, as if not wanting to finish the sentence out loud, in case Lucky heard her. She smiled sadly at the dog, scratching behind his ears. “I do what I can for him here, though. Thought about takin’ him home, cleanin’ him up and all, but I’m the type that can barely keep a houseplant alive, y’know?” And what happened when Marley left Providence Peak eventually? She couldn’t exactly bring him on her charters with her.

#Seyhan

harper-thompson:

Harper had just finished work, and while the usually meant that the redhead would head straight home, their wife was still at work, and so Harper thought maybe they’d stop to grab something to eat first. It had been a long shift, but not too busy of one, which was nice, meaning the paramedic wasn’t exhausted, wasn’t desperate to have a sleep.

The burger place wasn’t far from the station, Harper deciding just to wander down there, though they hadn’t been expecting something to some bolting at them from the side of the building. It only took a moment to realize it was a dog, Harper pausing to let the pup approach, since he seemed so intent on doing so. The redhead was very much a cat person, but that didn’t mean they didn’t have a soft spot for all animals.

Their gaze flicked up even further when they heard someone yell something, but Harper didn’t quite catch what it was. The dog paused to sniff them for only a moment, before turning and running back to the other woman, gobbling up the meat. Harper wandered over with him, managing to catch what the brunette said next. “That’s good, I suppose.” The redhead mused, smile on their lips, signing along with their words.

Marley recognized the redhead almost immediately. That hair was hard to forgot, for one, and Marley was always a sucker for a pretty face--and if she wasn’t mistaken, it was usually a firefighters uniform she saw them in. Suddenly, Marley felt guilty for the cigarette in her hand, and subtly let it fall to the pavement, snuffing it out with the toe of her sneakers.

“No fires to put out today, gorgeous?” The face she remembered, but the name escaped her, though she was sure she’d served them a handful of times over the last few months. As she stood, Lucky’s attention did not waver, sitting at Marley’s feet and staring up at her expectantly, like more burgers would magically appear. “Typical, right?” She’d snorted, turning to face the redhead with a shake of her head. “It’s like that book. You know the one...” She snapped her fingers, trying to think of the title, when her eyes lit up. “If You Give A Mouse A Cookie, that’s the one. You slip a dog a couple’a hamburgers a few times a week....”

#Harper

verdadurmaz:

***

After a busy grand opening and a good night in, Ver had promised herself a lazy day in the form of hanging out at her apartment with Zeppelin. There was nothing on the schedule except for Netflix shows and whatever she wanted for dinner. Which, she hadn’t even gotten a chance to properly scroll through her online options before someone was knocking at the door. The last she’d checked, Sophia had mentioned something about a date and Derek had been busy with work stuff. Maybe one of them had opted to stop by for a check in. To her surprise, it was her friendly neighbor and Zeppelin couldn’t have been more excited. Though, maybe it was the smell of food that got him thinking that the newcomer was there for him. “Lucky for me,” she greeted, stepping back to let the woman in before she shut the door behind her.

Ver led her into the kitchen and was thankful that she’d just cleaned off the counters. The perk of hardly being home was that everything was always clean. “Whatever is in the bag smells absolutely delicious. I was about to order dinner myself, but I guess I don’t have to worry about that.” Shuffling around, Ver grabbed two glasses from the cabinets and turned back to face the other. “Can I get you something to drink? I have water, boxed wine, champagne, and I think I might even have a couple of beers leftover in the fridge. Oh, and I have some kind of bourbon on the counter.” She hadn’t opened it yet, but she’d been wanting to. “SInce you brought the food, you can have whatever you want.”

Though her initial grin was for the woman before her, it quickly extended down towards the attention she received from the dog sniffing at the bag in her hands, unable to keep herself from laughing at Zeppelin’s eagerness. “Yeah, yeah, Zep, I’m excited to see you too.” Zeppelin had actually been how Ver and Marley had initially met--what, with the dog practically dashing into Marley’s open apartment one day. Though she was sure she’d have made her way over to introduce herself at some point, she hadn’t minded the nudge Zeppelin had provided. She was friendly enough with the other neighbors, but Ver was the only one that she’d ever really hung out with, and one of the first friends she’s made in her short stay in Providence Peak.

Stepping into the apartment, Marley followed Ver to the kitchen, grateful for the counter to set her spoils down on--not due to the weight of the bag, but in order to offer Zeppelin the pets he deserved as he followed the two through the apartment. Marley laughed, crouching down to the dog’s height and using both hands to scratch behind his ears. “Now this is a proper hello, isn’t it?” She teased, looking back up at Ver with a grin as Zeppelin licked at her face. “I do believe a celebration is in order, miss storefront owner...” Marley had shown up to the Sweet Spot’s grand opening, and judging by the crowd it’d drawn, she had no doubt it was going to be as successful, if not more successful, than the initial food truck. “And what’s a celebration without a lil’ champagne?” The boxed wine could wait.

#Ver

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The Cast of ‘Mamma Mia Here We Go Again’ Plays 17 Questions

#face

aylindcmir:

where — outside of expresso yourself

closed starter — for @marley—callahan

Arranging for a catch-up coffee with Marley was hardly uncommon. In fact, it was a pretty frequent occurrence as far as the two women were concerned. At least, until her pending company came to town a few months ago now. A welcomed addition to Providence Peak, if she said so herself. So, with her phone in hand, she finally walked up to the main entrance where she noticed her friend already waiting outside. “Hey, sorry I’m late.” The brunette apologised.

“Fun fact, on my way over here, I ran into a guy wearing a frog costume, and he asked me if I was interested in saving the tree frogs.” An amused smirk planted firmly on her lips as she locked eyes with the woman before her. “No word of a lie, I swear.” It really was never a dull day around here, it just so happened that today it included some guy trying to conduct charity work, whilst looking like the very species he was looking for donations for.

She’d never gotten used to the cold. Though it’d been more than a decade since the girl had been taken out of Arizona, you could not take Arizona out of the girl, eighteen years of 110 degree summers instilled in her blood. The winters were cold, sometimes even enough to snow, but nothing compared to Colorado in January. And to think she could have been on a boat in Saint Martin right then, where it was eighty and sunny, wind in her hair...

Despite the cold though, Marley was enjoying her stay in Providence Peak, and the people whose paths she’d crossed while there. Her head popped up at the sound of Aylin’s apology, hand lifting in a dismissive wave before the sentence had even completed. Before Marley could further acknowledge the apology, Aylin launched into a story about frog costumes, the blonde’s eyes widening at the tale--not at the stories plausibility, but at the fact that she too had run into tree frog man. “You’re jokin’.” Marley’s lips pulled into a grin, head shaking in disbelief. “I saw him too. And you wanna know the best part? It wasn’t even a tree frog costume. Just a regular ol’ non-tree frog.”

#Aylin

leilabarak:

After a week away in Italy for work, Leila was glad to be back home. It had been a fun trip, but she was a homebody and too long away from her own bed and her own things started to wear on her pretty quickly. Now that she was back and into her routines again, Leila was feeling content and was humming to herself as she walked down the street towards her favorite coffee shop. She’d already visited earlier in the day for her morning coffee, but since she’d been away for so long she figured it was completely acceptable to make a second stop by at the place on the day. Leila always felt just a smidge guilty when she didn’t visit her regular haunts for any length of time. Even if they didn’t necessarily rely on her business to keep the doors open, she felt that way.

Leila was a bit lost in her own thoughts as she walked, not noticing the dog sprinting her way until he was already right up in her space. The sudden pressure against her leg caused her to jump back with surprise, but as soon as she saw it was a dog she was down the the ground to give the cutie all the attention that he deserved. “Oh, hello there handsome!” Leila cooed, her eyes bright with joy as she pet the dog. Her head lifted up when he trotted away back towards the woman that had called for him and she offered a sheepish smile in response.

“Oh, he’s fine, I ah…I love animals, so this is great,” Leila admitted as she stood back up from where she’d gotten down to the floor. It was always a bright spot in her day when she got to see a dog, especially now that she was starting the process of looking at getting one of herself to adopt. “Is he yours?” He didn’t have a collar, but she wasn’t there to judge any dog owner for how they kept their dogs. “He’s really cute.”

Marley looked down at Lucky, as if to ask are you mine?, before looking back up at the woman with a grin. “Only on my lunch breaks, it seems.” Lucky’s snout had pressed into Marley’s palm, as if she were hiding more burgers in them, her other hand outstretch to keep the smoke away from the dog’s face. “I don’t think he really belongs to anybody. More of a free spirit type, you know?” She laughed, scratching behind the dog’s ears, though the sound was almost a little sad. “I haven’t seen any posters with him on it, and I’ve looked.” Judging from the state of him, he’d been roaming the streets for awhile. “With a face like that, I don’t know how anybody couldn’t miss him.” Lucky tilted his head at Marley, as if he could sense she was talking about him.

#Leila

everdaugherty:

—

“I’ve been doing art forever though. If you saw the shit I did back when I was high school and before you wouldn’t think it was done by the same person. It takes so much practice to get to a point where people actually want to put your artwork on their bodies.” Ever didn’t want her to feel bad about her abilities. He was sure there was something she could do that he would royally mess up if he tried. “Oh come on I’m sure they wouldn’t be poorly drawn and lopsided. Maybe one or the other but I don’t think both.”

Moving from the desk he was leaning against he grabbed a sheet of paper and one of the many sharpies that were scattered around the studio. “Show me. I really don’t think you’re going to be that bad at drawing.” He smirked handing her the supplies. “I promise I won’t make fun of you too much.”

It wasn’t as if Marley were truly upset by her drawing abilities, or lack thereof. She simply just did not consider herself an an artistic person: not in the realm of pen to paper, and much less ink to skin. She had an appreciation for art though, of any kind, and she could see that same sort of appreciation in Ever, both through his work and simply the way he spoke about it. Marley liked seeing people in their element, the spark that lit in their eyes when talking about or showing off the thing they were good at.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.” Her eyes rolled playfully, watching as Ever pushed the paper and pen towards her. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you...” Already, her brain scrambled for something she could not completely butcher as she popped the cap off the Sharpie, half a mind to purposefully draw the poorly lopsided stick figure she’d warned him about, just for a laugh, but that’s not what began to take form as she touched the pen to the paper. Tongue caught between her teeth in concentration, Marley used one hand to cover the drawing until she was finished, staring at her own work for just a beat before uncovering the final product and turning the paper for Ever to see. Against the stark white of the sheet was an outline drawing of a cactus, complete with all of its spines, and a little flower on top. “...well?” She asked, lifting her gaze from the doodle to Ever’s face. “Do I’ve got what it takes to be an artist or what?”

#Ever

Ver was the kind of neighbor to actually loan you a cup of sugar. Not that Marley had ever required as much. She wasn’t what you would describe as skilled in the way of baking, nor did she own almost any kitchen equipment to even attempt to do so, living mostly off of food from work, or takeout, or whatever could be microwaved or popped unceremoniously into an oven (the latter of which she hardly ever had the patience for, which brought her back to the microwave). Though the two had only lived across the hall from each other for the two months Marley had been in town, they’d managed to become fast friends: a perk of which included the delicious baked treats that Marley, frankly, was becoming a bit spoiled on. Knowing how busy Ver had been with the opening of the Sweet Spot storefront, Marley figured that, for once, she could return the favor, making her way down the hall, boxed wine in one hand and a large plastic bag of Chinese takeout in the other.

With both hands full, the knock on her door was delivered with her foot, the sound echoing down the hall. When Ver did not immediately answer, she sighed, about to raise her foot for another strike when the door opened, and the sight of her neighbor brought a grin to her face.

“So, guess who accidentally ordered way too much takeout for any one person to possibly be able to eat on their own?” She held up the bag, as if for emphasis.

@verdadurmaz

#Ver #verdadurmaz

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