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( @hcrdloves ) Solomon’s head bobbed over the crowd in panic, but no matter how far he searched, he couldn’t see that tiny mop of curls anywhere. The longer the clock ticked on, the higher his anxiety spiked, and he was tied to the flagpole as the marker until Eddy arrived. Honestly, though, maybe he should just leave. Avoid the confrontation. He was not looking forward to telling Eddy why he had to call him here.
( @hcrdloves ) Solomon had never seen so many fucking lemons in his life. Literally. The table. Every inch. Covered in fucking lemons. One lemon, two lemon, three lemon, four. Five lemon, six lemon, seven lemon, more. Fucking. Lemon. Lemon. “Are you ready for this?” he turned to Eddy with a grin. It was lemony. Just like the lemons.
( @hcrdloves ) Colors adorned the sky again, and Grace couldn’t resist an escape from her office to admire them. The cool air sent a rush of some invigorating serenity through her veins, and she wore the inklings of a smile when she, arms cross casually over her chest, approached Eddy on his bench. “This seat taken?”
( @hcrdloves ) “Eddy, hey,” Grace greeted him with a little too much excitement in her voice as she tried to overcompensate for the awkwardness. She held her hand over her mouth as she quickly chewed her corndog, swallowing so she could add, “Uh, are you enjoying the festival?”
( @hcrdloves ) Grace drummed her fingers on the table, a bit uncharacteristically, as she waited for Eddy at Old York. Lunch wasn’t exactly their usual meeting, but their late night encounters were probably behind at this point. When she saw Eddy enter the pub, she raised a hand to lure his attention to the table.
¢ (eddy)
¢ for a late night text
grace 📩 eddy, 11:15pm: i picked up a bottle of wine at the store today, and i might give it a try if you want to join me when you get off work!
( @hcrdloves ) The blizzard on top of her finals had Cara feeling restless, so she opted for a quick run because that sounded sensible to do in a blizzard. Actually, it was a horrible idea, but Cara’s emotions run the show, so that big dummy was out and about with earbuds and slippy running shoes. She saw Eddy across the street and lifted her hand to wave, but he drew her attention away from watching the sidewalk for ice. Cara was on the ground in an instant, no wind left in her and only an aching back to her name.
( @hcrdloves ) Grace had managed to avoid Eddy’s daughter until today. On a brief walk around the neighborhood to get Bear’s relentless energy out of his tiny, annoying system, she ran into the father-daughter pair enjoying the snowfall. Even after she tucked a chilly Bear back into their home, Grace found herself helping them build a snowman. “Hmm, we need something for the eyes,” Grace said, her voice just forced enough to sound uncomfortable, exposing the fact that she hadn’t talked to a child under five since she turned six.
