#mxmonroe

Clay rounded the corner, coffee in his hand as he quickly made his way back home. It was freezing outside, the wind biting at his cheeks and causing him to glance down as he tugged his denim jacket closer to his body with his free arm. He didn’t realize anyone was in front of him until his shoulder was colliding with theirs, and suddenly he snapped back into reality. Coffee slushed over the skin of his right hand, causing him to curse under his breath as he jerked back. “Shit, I’m so sorry, I --- Bambi?” His eyes zeroed in on the girl in front of him. He remembered flashes of the night of the masquerade, an all too quick reunion that only led to confusion for him the next day. He only remembered bits and pieces. But he’d definitely remembered her being back in town - kind of a hard detail to forget. His tone quickly turned deadpan. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”