"I want to know why he chose fire when he could've had honey. I want to know why the devil defied God." ࿏♖ 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗 ♖࿏
✒ Graphic Depictions of Violence
✒ Mature Language
✒ Sexual Content
✒ Mental Health, Self-Harm, Suicide, Homicide, Murder...
Hoppla! Dieses Bild entspricht nicht unseren inhaltlichen Richtlinien. Um mit dem Veröffentlichen fortfahren zu können, entferne es bitte oder lade ein anderes Bild hoch.
"That's 4.95," I hand over my card at the counter and wait for it to be charged. "Here's your number, we'll call you over when your order is ready." She gives me a smile, handing me my card, receipt, and order number. Thanking her, I walk away from the counter and settle in one of the chairs next to the windows. It's 9 in the morning and there aren't many people in the small cafe. My thoughts are jumbled and I'm not sure I remember much from last night.
Last night-
The glass door swings open and a familiar figure walks through. It's Luna; she doesn't notice me sitting and I don't try to make my presence known. She walks up to the counter and even though I can't hear what she orders, I'm full aware it's going to be an iced caramel macchiato and a Twix bar. Placing her order, she turns, receipt and order number in hand, this is when her eyes catch mine. A smile tugs on her face and she walks over.
