Tagged: @fletcherawilliams
Location: Sam’s apartment
Two months post New Years Eve and Chicago garnered itself a semblance of peace yet again. No doubt short lived as it always was, but the momentary respite finds itself welcome in Sam’s life. If anything the silence has extended long enough to provide a sense of normalcy, whatever that might entail considering she didn’t intend to bank on the idea. Although if tonight were any indication then perhaps she could at least enjoy it for now. Enough time passed between leaving the bar after a night with friends and the pair nearly breaking down her apartment door when she sits up from one end of the sofa, a blanket clutched heedlessly around bare skin. “See, I told you there’s a good reason to keep this place,” her free hand extends to accept the water he so generously thought to snag from the kitchen. After a very convincing shove, of course. “And don’t think for a second that I missed your little disapproving look at my windows. Go on, say it. You have shitty locks, Sam.” Her impression of Fletcher is nowhere close to reaching his decibel, but it amuses the blonde regardless as she shifts for him to re-join her once more.
