Time Well Spent
“Don’t you ever get tired of meeting at night like this?” Felix was perched on one of the tables in the otherwise empty coffee shop, his eyes fixed on the dark haired beauty nearby. It wasn’t that he wanted to stop their little escapades. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He simply liked to check in and make sure his presence wasn’t becoming a burden, or that her willingness to act as something like a feeder hadn’t faded. “You have a job, a real life. It must be tiring.” @billiebcnnett











