wip wednesday
sorry for missing a week, my brain's been in hell ✌🏽
next chapter of the thoughtfulness of thirst (x)
"Mehta?" Samira gasps, appalled. "Dr. Mehta is gossiping about me?" Normally, the kind of chatter she picks up about herself is enough to make her want to crawl into a dark hole and decompress for a little while. The first time she'd overheard Langdon call her Slo-Mo, Robby and Collins chuckling like he was being clever, she'd cried the entire drive home and then for another twenty minutes as she sat, miserable, in the parking spot she paid a property management company thirty bucks a month to use. Speculation about her dating life is light fare in comparison, but it still makes her feel uncomfortably exposed. The relationship she may or may not have with Emery is private, intimate, not up for public dissection between coworkers trying to pass the time.
and three sentences from an exes-to-cheaters abo au
Samira gets a text from an unknown number at 3:18 AM. No hello, no name, no reference to their conversation, just an address. She takes a moment to update Emery's contact details.



















