It had been a week since Molly had crashed at her house. Alex had fallen asleep while watching TV, and woken up to find the pasta eaten, a fiver on the counter, and her house empty again. Since then, she'd felt to awkward to drop by Molly's cafe, and now dropped into one of the bakeries on her morning walk. They didn't sell coffee, so she'd had to start making it herself. It was okay, but nothing like how Molly could make it. But that was okay. Better than facing her and Jackson after that awkward mess.
When she finished her walk, her apricot pastry eaten, she would head home and set up her laptop by the window and try to write. Sometimes she would get a couple hundred words, sometimes a thousand or so. Sometimes she would write nothing and just stare aimlessly out into the trees until her coffee went cold and she finally admitted defeat.
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RomanceAlex had always thought she was straight. At least, she'd had no reason to believe otherwise. That was, until she started spending more time with Molly, the owner of her favourite cafe. But they both have a past, one they'd like to forget. It's not...
