A half hour later, the three of us were sitting at a table in the small café. It didn’t seem to have a big clientele, which surprised me. Ren was nursing a mocha, I had a latte, and Gran had a hot chocolate. Ren and I were trying to convince Gran to try some of the coffee, without much success. I gave up eventually, and Ren vowed to keep trying some other time.
The weekend passed in a blur. We visited the Empire State building, the Statue of Liberty, the Met, and even Coney Island. Ren refused to even go near some of the food at that last location. I loved every second of it. Gran thought we were both absolute pancakes.
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Wings
ParanormalMelody is a rebellious dropout artist in the middle of London with a bad past and an overprotective girlfriend. But a tattoo gone weird changes her life. Relationship: F/F, just to clarify things. Cover art in progress
