"I found a poet you might like."
Now that certainly was enough to get Minha to pry herself from her handheld device to glance at the younger female, intrigued. She was a too was a victim of the pokemon go craze–but to be fair she was catching a wartortle. She tucked her phone back into her purse before waddling towards Eunha, who was on the couch with a book in her perfectly manicured hands. ❝So who’s the man or woman coming after our hearts?❞










