there was a reason why ronnie wanted to live close to the ocean. some would say it was due to her heavily water natal chart, others would say it's 'cause she loved the ocean. while both might be right - it was where ronnie felt home. the sound of the waves crashing and washing onto the sand to then hear the roaring of the sea pulling back. there was a sense of calm in her soul hearing that sound. if she wasn't in her shop or participating in her bestie's yoga class, ronnie could be found sitting on a bright colored tapestry in a bikini - so small it could've been illegal to call it as such - reading one of the many metaphysical books on display in her shop.
dark eyes fell on the clock: 10:09 a.m. "julÃ, muévete! we're missing prime sunlight time!" her eyes instinctually rolled and she shifted her weight between her legs. leaning against the open door, ronnie held tightly onto her beach bag. "if my spot is taken, you're making it up to me." the words were mumbled and hushed. not a few seconds later did she hear his footsteps approaching. "why do they say women take forever to get ready? how many times did you change your shirt?" // @soulwrites
