Mar 15, 2020
closed/based | @rippedlife
“Look I don’t care you just need to pick me up, I don’t have another ride.” Honey had been working late on a movie set for the last few weeks, her car out of service unfortunately and no way home. She locked her phone, shoving it in her purse with a heavy sigh as she ran her fingers through her thick curls. Everyone had already left the set, and she wasn’t trying to be a murder victim with her phone at 5% now.