#cassromano

mornings spent on the porch with breakfast and a coffee had become something of a sacred tradition for ximena. there was something unmatched in the calming abilities of a sunrise paired with birdsong. turning their face toward the sun, a smile crossed her features as her eyes closed to soak up the rays. like clockwork, they heard the familiar thrumming of the mail truck's engine, head turning and smile widening, paired with an exaggerated wave. "good morning, miss cass!" she greeted, standing with a fresh almond croissant in their hands, practically running to meet her. "how's the route been this morning?"