𝐌𝐑𝐒. 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒,

—— MRS. JONES ♥︎ ☕️
╰┈➤ ❝ [a story by 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐒] ❞ ⋆ ࣪ ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ⋆ 𑁍ࠜೄ ･ﾟˊˎ
an 𝙰𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙽 𝙱𝚄𝚃𝙻𝙴𝚁 fanfiction
𓈒 ꒪ ๋ ༺｡° ୨❀୧ ° ｡༻ 𓈒 ꒪ ๋

❝ [𝗠𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗠𝗥𝗦. 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗦,
𝗪𝗘 𝗚𝗢𝗧 𝗔 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗚𝗢𝗜𝗡' 𝗢𝗡] ❞

A STORY IN WHICH...

𑁍 ——— ❝ SIDONNIE AAMINA JONES KNEW EXACTLY WHO SHE WAS. That's for damn sure. She was nothing short of a diamond, and her rock-steady mother had taught her from an early age to never settle for anything less.

Don't get it twisted, though. She's still learning when it comes to this beautiful thing called life.

In the end, she envisioned herself becoming an expert in every cosmetology skill known to man and eventually having her own salon. She knew it wasn't going to be simple, but she was prepared to put in the necessary effort to succeed. But for the time being, providing colleagues makeovers for subpar income and putting in long shifts for a neighboring coffee shop was about all she could bring.

When she crosses paths with the affluent businessman Austin Butler, it appears to be nothing more than a silly coincidence. Y'know, the common rich white man who tries to keep his stature down by still getting his coffee from the rundown shop down the block? That is, until the circumstances become more consistent and concise in their timing, if that makes sense. Had he been clocking her? How many times was he going to show up at the same time and order the same bland ass coffee?

Was his voice always this sexy? ❞