Sweet dreams are made of this,
☁ corxtauri
who am I to disagree?
(☾☆) — Crossing her legs Rosemary leaned back with a small smile. A cigarette laid between her ruby red lips as she looked down to her lap. It certainly was a pain going all the way to a bar to smoke but she had no choice with a baby at home. Unlike many she appeared reserved and kept to herself. As she took a drag her eyes shifted to a man whose gaze had been set on her. While she said nothing she wore an inviting smile.













