#guerintm

THE KITCHEN WAS NOT his strong suit  ;  however  ,  he knew the typical basics. At least  ,  he was good at following the instructions that were printed on the cylinder container of waffle & pancake mix.  “  We have milk chocolate-chip waffles  ,  ”  with a fork  ,  Alex motioned to the waffle maker that sat just off to his left  ,  flashing green as the proper amount of batter cooked within.  “  And fresh maple syrup from one of the local store owners in Santa Fe. His son works at a syrup orchard.  ”  He glanced towards Michael with adoring eyes  ,   savoring the way his irises look like flecks of gold in the sun.   “  Haven’t taken my meds yet though because I know how you are with me taking them on an empty stomach.  ”

A new town was supposed to be a new start for Hanna. She wasn’t sure how long she would be here or it was going to do her any good but here she was and she was going to try and make the best of it. Maybe this time she would be able escape her past. Her main goal was to get some inspiration for her new line that she was working on but she knew it wouldn’t be in the colors, but maybe she could get something out of this small town. Walking into the small cafe she ordered some food and sat at a booth, taking out her sketch pad so she could work. “Cowboy hats....good or bad?” she muttered to herself.

“   that  depends ,   do  you  want  to  get  out  of  here  with  me  for  me  ??   or  because  your  ex  just  walked  through  the  door   ??   “ 

The sound crunching gravel underneath tires has his brown eyes casting in the direct of the origin. A familiar turquoise truck parks just outside the Airstream and Alex recognizes it instantly. A part of him is SHOCKED Guerin actually kept his word... while another half is relieved and PROUD of it’s correctness.

We’re gonna get through this hiatus in one piece no matter what I have to do tbh 

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                                                           𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃.      𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃.      𝐓𝐖𝐎  𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒  𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓  𝐆𝐎  𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊  𝐓𝐎.          with      everything      that  had  happened  in  both  towns      ;      caleb  didn't  even      want      to  go  back.      a  fresh  start      was  what  he  needed.      the  name      manes      still  haunted  him      ;      the  picture  with  his  face  above  it      never      leaving  his  memory  or  his  dreams.      a  few  searches  later      (      and  a  whole  lot  of  database  hacking      )      and  he  booked  himself  a  ticket  to  roswell      ,      new  mexico.      it  was  different.      it  was      nicer.      the  weather  alone  reminded  him  of  florida      ---      reminded  him  of      home      in  a  way.      this  would  be  better.      and      the  first  thing      he  did      (      even  before  finding  a  place  to  crash      )      was  finding  a  bar.      that  wasn't  so  hard.      the  wild  pony      ;      an  interesting  name      ,      for  sure.      but  it  would  do.      setting  foot  inside      ,      caleb  scanned  the  bar      slowly      before  taking  a  seat  at  one  of  the  empty  tables.      a  beer      was  quickly  ordered      ,      and  while  the  music  in  the  background  didn't  particularly  bother  him      ,      he  still  tried  to  tune  it  out.      flannel  shirt  covered  a  white  t-shirt      ,      and  hand  easily  wrapped  around  the  glass  bottle      ,      lifting  it  up  to  take  a  long      ,      well-deserved      ,      sip  from  it.      he      needed      it.      the  taste  of  the  beer  almost  a  welcoming  feeling  as  soon  as  he  set  the  bottle  down.      he  could  get  used  to  this  town.