"Oh- hey," a smirk rose one corner of my mouth. "You're the guy who was flirting with a door frame... got anything to tell your buddies?" "Oh, hello." A blush crept over his cheeks. "Hi." "It's not nice to stare at a lady's ass" "I don't see one, so we should be fine." "He mentioned you were pretty, but I thought he was being nice." He leaned forward in his chair, "I didn't realize he was under-exaggerating." I edit when I'm bored. BTW, be prepared for my unmotivated ass to forget to write and/or post... Side note, this has some modern witchcraft vibes and like, Tarot readings and shit so if your not cool with that scoot c:
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