#mona.3

Laser's had enough crushes and been in enough relationships that they should know their own signs by now. Getting caught unawares by their emotions at this point was just embarrassing.

Yet somehow seeing Mona stroll into their garage with her hair up still managed to make Leia fumble a wrench. What the shit? How old were they, 12?

"Hey," they said, looking around for the dropped tool to avoid having to look at their friend just a moment longer, "Didn't expect you in today. What's up?"