The rest of the day passed slower than most days do. It was seven in the evening and no one has come in for a drink for the past few hours. I decided to polish my gyroids. This collection was my pride and joy, but I kept them in the back in fear they would one day be stolen. The folks of this island are kind hearted, and I didn't think they would, but it never hurts to be cautious. Carefully, I sprayed and cleaned them one by one, listening to make sure no one came in. And luckily, no one did... At least for about thirty minutes or so. The door bell went off so I went to check. And there they were, a new face. A wonderful new face.
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Brewster x Reader: A Love Story
FanfictionYou are getting used to living on an island for the first time, when your heart is pulled and turned in a myriad of directions upon meeting who must be your true love... Coo...
