starter for: @buddywellls
location: garden fest
"So there's two options here," Edie informs Buddy as she approaches the bench where he's sitting, a coffee in one hand and her rolled up apron in the other after finishing her shift at the Driftwood cart.
She looks at him over the top of her sunglasses.
"Either you've got a secret flower fetish I didn't know about or I'm being very casually stalked," she tells him in her matter-of-fact tone, taking a sip from the cup.
"I was actually meaning to text you. I think I left my lighter on your nightstand."