it's like her to be restless. of everyone that could've gotten randomly stuck in a small town it had to be her , no wonder it always felt like she was an outcast. an misfit with a misfit group of friends , all of them held together by the same thing — how hard it felt to stay put. it felt like the only one that ever really understood was eden , only a couple years older than her but stuck just as much as she was. she'd come by the shop every now and again , help out , gossip , and eventually they'd talk about the fantasies. just leaving , going somewhere else. " i don't know how you do it , " she said , helping lock up the front door. she'd work there for free any day , not like she had anything better to do. besides , she wasn't alone. " owning this place. not that i don't think y'don't do a good job but , it feels like putting roots down , y'know ? " walking over to the counter , she let both arms rest as she leaned against it , looking up at her. " thought you wanted to go sometime. didn't think you'd make me do it all on my lonesome. " puppy eyes , because she's joking , but only sort of. a smile peaks through though. // @sunliights