Jan 11, 2023
who: @aceofportsmouth when: december 3rd where: tennis courts after practice
“Hey you,” Sassa said, her tone quite nearly cloying as she approached Booker after tennis practice, holding out a cold water bottle for him, her face the utmost picture of sweetness as she looked up at him. “You looked good out there today,” she added, lashes blinking a few times as she continued her act. She didn’t buy the whole thing Booker had going at all, and yet, despite her continued efforts to get him to trust her, he still just...kept up that perfect little hometown boy thing. Sassa refused to believe it wasn’t solely for the purpose of hiding something. There was no way. “You have any plans for the rest of the day?”