F.L.A.S.H
I should know, half those articles up in the trash magazines were co-authored by me, “alright, I’ll get right on it, “I huffed flipping through the first one.
“Uh…a word of friendly advice, “Chris began, toast in his hands, “I wouldn’t keep him waiting.”
My eyebrows arched, glancing at the arch Justin had disappeared through, “Wait I’m supposed tp-“I began pointing to the arch unsure of it all.
“Yes girl go!” Mr. Ryder replied, humor in his eyes as he watched me frantically picking up the books, stumbling at stupidly heavy they were,
“Don’t forget his coffee," Chris hummed. I reached for the mug shuffling in the direction I think Justin might have gone.
I’m frickin screwed.
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