The Witch - Cheryl/Jace
(starter for @rememberxdeath )
Cheryl normally ate her lunch alone at the coffeeshop across from the office building where she worked. However, today she approached a table occupied by a sad-looking young man with disheveled hair. He seemed lonely.
“Hi there,” she said brightly, standing by the table while holding her tray containing a sandwich and a mug of tea. “You look like you could use some company.”













