𝓟𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓟𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓼
@plain--wayne
“He loves her, her loves her not. He loves her, he loves her not.”
Lisette sat at one of the tables outside of the flower shop and Brad’s neighboring restaurant. She had gotten to the ending chapters of one of her fairy tales and before she read what happened, she wanted to see what the flowers thought. She loved the scene that she had read so many times in her books - a hopeless romantic picking flower petals to predict their fate.
But before she could finish picking each petal individually, the town’s postman came into her view. The town charmer. She placed the flower down on the scattered petals atop the book. “Hello, Wayne!”













