closed starter l @kennamorrissey
Selena simultaneously swallowed a gulp and shifted her small frame around as she balanced the bag of groceries at her side with her laptop. "I'm sorry I popped up here like some stalker. Are you pissed I didn't text or call first?" She asked automatically when Kenna appeared in the frame of her doorway. "You know me…I hesitated and all for a split second, but then my intrusive thoughts won out, and here we are," she said with an unabashed grin. She shifted again, the loud clinking of bottles partly exposing her plan. "I brought stuff to make chocolate chip cookies and the cheapest wine I could find without a screw top. Wanna bake and get a little blitzed?"
Her shoulders dropped, and Kenna could likely see the release of tension she had been carrying all day. "Tell me if it's not a good time, and I'll just…carry my lame ass and my baking ambitions back home."
