Aug 18, 2017
@blythed
lunchtime was typically breakfast for nina (all thanks to her bedtime being about 3am), so in she strode to the local diner, the only place that served twenty-four hour breakfast food. she ate here alone a few times a month, treating herself to a nice stack of french toast after living on stale cereal and oatmeal at home. when she walked inside, though, this time was different; she caught sight of someone very, very familiar. “blythe?” she asked, approaching the table that the girl was sitting at.
