Japanese Flower in Melbourne

I smell something rotten.

And Cyril mouthed a little  “ditto” and winked at her.

If only looks could kill.

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Visiting Norah at the Rainbird whenever he happened to be passing by was a habit of Roland’s. He pushed open the door with his shoulder and fixed his hat with his left hand, flashing a smile at the waitress at the counter. What was her name again? Oh god he forgot. 

“Good afternoon.” 

He meandered his way over and sat on one of the stools  “Just coffee is fine, is Norah here with you?” 

“Good Afternoon.” She greeted, leaning against the counter. “You just missed her, she went on a supply run.”

Almost on instinct Hana whipped around, glaring.