txpimpabutterfly:
“Our shipment of dus’? I was expectin’ a delivery boy or somethin’. But…” Kyrie started to grin, walking closer to Mollie before leaning down to whisper in her ear. “I certainly ain’t complainin’ that ‘chu here.”
A blush crossed her face, her eyes averting and pulling out her little scroll-looking tablet. “Oh shush. I still need a signature for this stuff.” She teased, holding out the device, waiting for his signature.













