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Andre "Dre" Carter

What was my muses 5 last sent texts yours?

bella: hear me out bella: you and iyana as milo & kida for halloween bella: Andre Malcom Carter. bella: L movie rec bella: why didn't you tell me UP was so sssaaaaad?!! 😭

What was my muses 5 last unsent texts yours?

bella: i am fucking fuming bella: ANSWER MY CALLS bella: wtaf Dre bella: how could you!!!!!!!!!!! bella: WHERE ARE YOUUU??????? -post Dre's 'disappearance'

What my muse saved your number as?

DreDre🥇

What contact photo my muse has set for yours?

Jacob Kirkland

What was my muses 5 last sent texts yours?

bella: don't forget my work thing is tonight!! bella: i'll send you the location in a min -while living in Vegas

bella: FT later? bella: i miss your face 🤗 -before his return to Sedona bella: 911

What was my muses 5 last unsent texts yours?

bella: i spotted kiraz today bella: then i ducked behind a shelf so she wouldn't see me bella: i wish i knew what to say to her bella: you should be here bella: why did i move back here? -less than a year into her return to Sedona

What my muse saved your number as?

Jakester 😎

What contact photo my muse has set for yours?

The picture of the newspaper clipping that had been placed in this exact spot on the wall for years now; Reyna saw a glimpse of herself in the photo, but she looked away before letting her eyes drift to the right, knowing who else was in the photo. She hadn't seen a photo of him since the accident, and even though she had worked at Rosie's since her arrival back, this was the first time her eyes had landed on the now faded article on the wall. She exhaled before turning, eyes scanning the tables for any sign that someone needed something from her, only before they circled the room, they instead widened when they landed on the exact booth that was in the photo. She shouldn't have been surprised; he was just as regular of a person as she had been in Sedona. She just didn't realize that he was back in town, and the realization broke her heart all in itself. "Dre." she whispered as she approached, a pot of coffee in her hand despite the fact it was afternoon. She opened her mouth to speak again, yet she couldn't figure out how to form words, instead she just stared.