Mar 27, 2020
CONTINUED | @silvcrreaper
Yersinia was bent down on one knee, gazing fondly at the flowers that lined the pathway. She had been picking weeds and found herself just about finished when the other appeared. Listening to his question, she scoffed.
❝ Excuse you. Isn’t it obvious that I’m occupied at the moment? Walk around, good sir.. ❞
Another scoff escaped her throat as the woman continued ridding the garden of unnecessary sprouts, purposely taking up more of the walkway to spite him.