--- starter for iitinerantur
“Just---”
Lakshmana huffed, wrapping her jacket around herself more tightly as she cleaned the lenses on her glasses angrily. Godforbid they have a decent dinner for their anniversary--- She was perfectly in her rights to spoil him for putting up with her for so many years.
“I swear to god, I made a fuckin’ reservation. Pretentious little shits don’t know what the fuck they’re doing! Bitches can’t respect anyone if their lives depended on it!” she shouted, making a point for the hostess to hear her as she was seating someone at their fucking table.
“The audacity--- of some people.”








