location: madison grocer with: @noahxdanvers | closed
Chesney knew the back of Noah’s head like she knew her own hands. He’d been the closest thing to a brother she’d ever had. At just ten years old, he’d been dragged to the hospital and a tiny baby with ginger peach fuzz tucked into the crook of his arm while Bree looked on lovingly. The photo sat on Chesney’s desk, a copy of it also stuck to her fridge with a magnet. It was a staple in her life, just like the Danvers kids were. Despite the way she’d fallen for Bree feeling so painfully evident, she wasn’t entirely certain whether or not Noah knew. Regardless, she loved spending time with him, and spotting him in line at the grocery store was a wonderful change of pace for her morning. She pushed her cart forward, tapping it against his butt before feigning innocence, looking around. “Oh, hmmm, you look familiar, have we met?”
