shadow falls over her form, devoid of the usual swathes of black, eyeliner and deep red lips. it’s a more forgiving temperature to be outside now they were in the cooler months, but warm enough that she’d be dressed in thin white cotton; hair tousled and unassuming on the wooden bench, barely recognisable. her surprise doesn’t show when she looks up. ❛ try the coconut. it tastes different from coconut elsewhere. ❜ there’s something about the biting cold thai coconuts she enjoys — the soft shells concealing the jelly within and the impossibly sweet and soft flesh encasing the walls. it’s only her second time and she’s fascinated. besides, why waste time with the empty fluff of socially appropriate opening statements ? there shouldn’t be a need to walk on eggshells around the germans. //. @kvllv
