@norxhwrites ♕ muse: éile ♕ chatting with: beckett ♕ closed
the universe was clearly against her. éile reached up and ran her hands over her poofy, frizzy waves. she was exhausted, sweaty and she probably looked like an utter mess... but she was also starving and desperately needed a mechanic. she was going to have to walk into the diner, regardless of whether or not her legs felt like they were going to give out from walking for so long. so she pushed the door open and walked inside. ❝hi,❞ éile breathed, leaning against the counter, ❝could i use your phone? my car broke down... i need a mechanic. and... maybe some of that pie? god, that looks good.❞














