Open to any female muses of a human Au were Josie has been mutually pining over your muse at a coffee shop next to the college her dad runs- Any assumed friendship or etc open
Josie was certain that her smile was either to wide or overly thought out in front of the most beautiful woman she had ever seen in her twenty one years of life. Large doe eyes gleaming with the truth of her feelings regardless of the way her mouth decided to create sound. It wasn’t fair that the Saltzman girl was so poised on most thing that were not flirtation. Her arms were leaned against the coolness of the marble countertop. The place surprisngly empty of young people typing and eating pastries as she stressed over work. Her heart shaped pout momentarily breathed a piece of onyx hair blocking her gaze. There was something about loving someone soul first. The kindness and conversation with which the soul in front of her gave. “God, it’s unfair how pretty you are,” the words had no parachutes as they fell out of her mouth. The wit of the joke had apparently loosened her tongue slighty. A pepper of a blush blooming against the delicate skin of her cheek. Had the barista heard? “Lovely that was my inside voice, but it’s true. You have been more than a miracle worker for premed student and not just with the coffee and bearclaws that keep me alive.”
