May 29, 2018
@sturgismore
she pushes her breakfast cereal around her bowl, gaze never wavering from his. too stubborn to ever give in, to ever admit defeat. “you’re awake early,” she remarks, voice monotone, suspicious. glass of orange juice is lifted to her lips, but she still doesn’t break eye contact as she takes a sip. “ trying to beat me into the office?” she questions, an eyebrow raising, spoon clinking against porcelain, eyes narrowing. always so apprehensive, so mistrustful. “working on anything special this week?” she thinks that he must be up to SOMETHING. people always are.