Falling From Your Sky
Sal takes a minute to inspect the two of them like some rare artifact, eyes darting between the sweaty Wendy and the Goddess posing on the arm of the bench, arms crossed, and leg lifted.
June looks at her in anticipation, allowing the firefly hybrid to muster enough courage to speak before their presence. “Are you guys in one group?” Sal finally asks, the grin from earlier still plastered on her face like a photo. The next thing June says sends the hollow in regret of her question, one brow raised and a sly smirk forming on her delicate lips. “Not a group, we’re a duo.”
Before Sal could even open her mouth, an announcement rings from the man holding a megaphone, an announcement that makes th