CLOSED.
having just gotten off of her shift, grace was tired and ready to go home to shower and crawl into bed. but at the bar she noticed a red head that seemed to have looked at her a few times. maybe it was the sweater that had the salvatore school crest that stuck out of her bag and now was around her shoulders after pulling it on to keep the cool san francisco temperatures at bay. the blonde walked out but looked over her shoulder, seeing the same woman following and she stopped dead in her tracks and turned to face her. “is there something i can help you with? why have you been looking at me all night?”
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