#bertie001

Lana hadn’t seen him in days and for whatever reason, it wasn’t settling well with her. She had sent him a text, just letting him know she was on her way, though. She usually didn’t bother - but it had been almost a week now. Maybe he had forgotten about her already; she wouldn’t have blamed him, either. She was a snake, in and out of people’s lives whenever it fit her schedule. But somehow, for some reason, Bertie Humble was always right there ready with some fucking eggs and orange juice. She got to his place with no trouble, parked her car out front in a visitor spot, and made her way up.