A Few Hundred Poppies
I quickly typed in the reply.
-I already told you last night, I'm fine
-Chill, mah dude
My legs dangling from the hammock, I invited Doc to sit next to me. We peacefully sipped on the tea as the evening light reflected off it in the china cups, giving it a beautiful pale yellow hue. "Hey Doc, weren't you supposed to ask out that guy from work?"
He smiled sheepishly as he put the cup to his lips. "I was, wasn't I? Because he absolutely radiates rainbow vibes. But apparently he told Dr. Winchester that he hates gay people," Doc shrugged, his smile dissolving into solemnity.
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