after about two weeks trapped in my bed, i managed to get up and out.
i showered, brushed my teeth but not my hair and got dressed in the first outfit i found scrawled out on the floor.
and there's nothing more i fancied than a peach scone.
with a groan i shoved on my shoes and walked out the door.
it was already about 1 in the afternoon. i slept most of the day. there was only a few people walking around on the street; it was a wedensday so lost people were probably at work or school.
eventually i arrived at the little and wonderfully aesthetic looking cafe. i looked through the window, a familiar girl behind the counter.
her hair fell around her face, a smile spread over her lips as she wrote someone's name down on a coffee cup. she's so fucking beautiful.
i found myself starting to debate whether i actually wanted to go in or not.
before i could turn around and leave, fleur turned and looked me in the eye.
for a moment her smile faltered, but it came back brighter than before and she waved at me.
