↬𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 @thatawkwardindie
--There he was again. August Halfman. Parker had memorized the name on his license and insurance card after she had refused any of his help. The accident was two weeks ago, and her car had already been taken in and fixed. The memory of her caving in and allowing the man to help change her tire had faded. He was nothing more than a stranger who once shared a fleeting moment--or at least that’s how she wanted him to remain...The universe was wicked, making him pop up in front of her, making his face known again. Why? She huffed, rolling her eyes. All Parker wanted to do was grab her cat some food without having to socialize. --he was just so nice...and it wasn’t that Parker was the opposite, she just didn’t know how to handle other people. Blame it on years of working in the morgue. While people often blabbed their gossip, and issues to friends, Parker vented into the cold air of coronary work. It was better that way, wasn’t it? The dead couldn’t judge you, be disloyal to you..she wondered briefly as her feet carried her to weave through the aisles of the store. “Oh...--god.” keeping her head too low, Parker lost track of her sight and ran straight into someone else. “Seriously.” She huffed seeing that it was in fact, August.
