#fcrnwch

“Yosi, it’s not a big deal. I mean, it’s just a few cuts on my hands... You should’ve seen his face. Damn, I love my rings.”

Standing in line at Starbucks, Fallon sighed, scrolling through her various emails and reminding herself to try and respond to all of them by the end of her day. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she saw the woman in front of her moving and stepped forward to shorten the line. As she got closer, she noticed herself feeling impatient with the wait. Checking herself for humility, she stepped forward to the barista as it became her turn, and ordered, having her plan of action prepared. “Good morning. I’ll have a Venti Caramel Macchiato with Hazelnut Syrup instead of Vanilla, please.. and whatever this man wants.” She turned around to the man behind her with a smile. As he argued, she shook her head. “I insist. Let me fulfill my daily dose of generosity.”

“Imagine this... you’ve been walking in the woods for twenty minutes just clearing your head of whatever bullshit when you realize,” Marco paused and looked up at the person sitting in front of him, “a pack of ravenous wolves have been stalking you. You don’t know how many but are aware there is at least five... only two that you can fully see. What is the first thought that comes to your head?”

“Wow, you’re laughing a lot when I’m not texting you...” It sounded like he was jealous, but really, he was being nosey. Who was texting Yosi and making her cackle?

Aubree: Harveeeeeeeeeeeeee

“Good choice!” The brunette pointed at her own copy with a smile.

(Finding this photo was incredibly unplanned.)