Jul 12, 2018
[ starter for @deadheartsevrywhere // angie / miles ]
She smiled gently at the man to her left, having previously bent down to pick up a fallen apple from his bag. It was a rather busy market, she could understand if things were lost during the hustle and bustle - and it was an apple, he was hardly littering or giving her any reason to be upset.
“ You dropped this, I’d hate for a granny smith to be forgotten on the street. “