#kate 001

[roman-werewolfy]

LOCATION: Woodside Library WHO: @bccksncrafts

Few people knew this about Roman, but he was an avid reader.  Mostly military history, classic literature and don’t forget about those old western novels.

As always, when he walked into the library and the scent of vanilla, almond and coffee caught his senses he suddenly felt like home. Nothing beats the smell of old books.  The werewolf walked as if he owned the library, knowing exactly where the books he read were located and ready to get out that nifty little library card to check them out.

Eventually, he had a small handful figuring it would last a couple weeks when he went up to check them out and that is when he saw a familiar friendly face.

“Hey gorgeous,” unable to stop his slightly flirtatious manner.  “How have you been?  Anything new this week?”

[josieedwards]

who: @thenewkateadams​ where: Brewed Awakening when: October 15th, 2019

Light poured in from the floor length windows to her left, lighting up the Josie and the other patrons around her. She couldn’t feel the breeze indoors, but she had felt it on her walk over, allowing her to continue to marvel at the perfect weather outside as she waited for her salted caramel latte.

There wasn’t anything particularly special about that Tuesday other than the weather, which is why she focused on it. No matter how hard she’d tried in New York, for the past year Josie had been unable to find consistent sparkle in everyday things. She’d find it every so often back home, but it faded quickly, making the world around her feel grey again quicker than she would’ve liked. After almost a month and a half in Somerton, she found herself better able to appreciate her surroundings, although only time would tell if that would last, or if that too would fade.

The barista place the paper cup down on the edge of the counter and called her name, turning back to her work after Josie nodded and thanked her for the drink. Josie turned around too, expecting to continue with her day just as easily, only to bump into a familiar face she hadn’t seen in quite some time.

“Kate!” she exclaimed, only to remember the other woman wouldn’t be able to react the same way. “Oh, right. I’m sorry. I’m Josie - Josie Edwards. Our parents were friends, and so were we.”