#alterplex

     “You’re lucky I kinda like you, Will.” lips curve into a soft smile, her hand already offering the coffee she bought him ahead of time. “I don’t do this for everyone, you know.” of course, she definitely is the type to buy others coffee, but she cannot help but poke fun at how he was late--again. “If I remember correctly, it should be exactly how you like it.”

                   ❛   we   moved   here   like   ,   a   year   ago   .   CUT   ME   SOME   SLACK   .   the   only   reason   i   even   know   HALF   OF   WHAT   THE   PRINTS   say   is   because   they   TOLD   ME   what   they   meant   .   ❜ 

        Eyebrow raised at Will’s obvious discomfort, and it was with a stifled laugh that she watched as he disposed quickly of the thing in question around a corner. “I mean, I can IGNORE it but I’m not sure that either of us can ever forget that it happened.” Agathe shot him a teasing glance before again attempting to compose herself, clearing her throat as she straightened herself in her seat.

She was ernest in her appreciation, and it was with an outward reach of her hands that she clasped one of his, sniffing as she attempted to hold back tears. “I truly appreciate it, really. I do need to thank you. I owe you so much for what you did for me.”

❝        BACK  FOR  ANOTHER  LECTURE  ON  NASA   ?       or  just  another    peek    at  my    tastes    in    literature   ?        ❞     

          A noise from behind her caused Agathe to turn, eyes alighting upon the man that she had found injured along the road. BURNS covered his arms and torso -- under the bandages and creams she had spent hours carefully wrapping and aligning and changing them out. She did not know this man. and he had been without any identification. But he had also been in NEED, and Agathe was not one to turn anyone away when they were in need.