#grace:wes003

she feels a little like a spy, asking winnie to let her know if wes ever came to shirley's. in her defence, it's hard to know where to catch him where noah won't be at his side, and what are the chances he'd say yes if she text asking to meet up, anyway? she's not at all nervous for the imminent argument. if she's worried about anything, it's that if she spends any more time in shirley's lately, they're gonna start putting an apron on her.

"wes," she starts, sliding into the seat opposite him after all but slamming his drink down onto the table, "the way you spoke to me at open mic— that shit ends now. it's not getting either of us anywhere. do you agree?"