#fierysongs

He turned toward Valentina, a faint yet content smile in place. “So, what do you feel like doing tonight? I knew we’d be arriving in the evening, so I didn’t book anything specific for us in case we were too tired.” Eyes looked around the room and took in small details --- the dim lighting, unlit candles on a small bureau beside the bed, a white vintage couch by the windowsill, and a very comfortable looking bed with burgundy bedsheets and white pillowcases. It’d been a long day full of emergencies at work, then followed by a long drive --- the bed certainly looked inviting, though he preferred to spend time with Val first, sleep could wait.

     “You are the last person I expected to see on the other side of this table.” He really should not have come to this meeting ( he refuses to acknowledge that it is a blind date ).

   ❝ This really is your favorite store, isn’t it? You have, like, twenty things here! ❞ Pulling out a sheer, floral blouse, she adds, ❝ This is cute. ❞

      ❝You have nothing to worry about.❞ Hair down, shoulders slack, legs folded; she looks exactly as at ease as she sounds, a testament to the sincerity of her assurance. ❝That was barely a job, anyway, and it might take a little time, but I know you’re going to hit it big.❞

          “some days you know i wanna just give up.”

[ @fierysongs ] "Oh, hey--" Brandy started a bit skeptically, tying a few sacks together along the shore. She hadn't spotted Val in a few days and started to wonder if the siren had given up on waiting for her, but a lot had changed in a few weeks and there was a lot to share. After shoving the sacks with the others, Brandy approached the shoreline with a smile. "I was beginning to think you gave up looking for me," She chuckled, glancing back at the docked boat. "I don't have much time."

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