@vanityisms prepare to be spoiled
“Hold up.”
Something at last itched in her brain, after a few moments of idly staring out over her latte. There was a little kid by the fountain, and it’d taken her the better part of fifteen minutes to relaize that said kid was alone.
Course, that wasn’t what her big revelation was about though. “These are last year’s sunglasses!” Immediately she took them off, stuffing them in her purse.









