with each love i cut loose i was never the same
Flora grins up at him, sunlight catching in her curls as she begins carefully stacking the final constellation charts. "Thanks again," she says warmly, glancing toward the shelf she’d nearly decimated. "Next time I’ll use the stool—promise. Or, at the very least, not try to muscle a binder off the top shelf like I’m in some kind of paper-based action sequence."
At the mention of The Loft, her smile grows. "I’ll definitely swing by," she assures him, rising smoothly to her feet with the binder now properly filled. "I’ll bring my brother, and maybe see if we can make it a double date with Ever and his girlfriend." A wink follows, teasing but not unserious.
With that, she gives him a final, grateful smile before slipping back toward the drafting table she'd been using as a desk.
~FIN
At the mention of The Loft, her smile grows. "I’ll definitely swing by," she assures him, rising smoothly to her feet with the binder now properly filled. "I’ll bring my brother, and maybe see if we can make it a double date with Ever and his girlfriend." A wink follows, teasing but not unserious.
With that, she gives him a final, grateful smile before slipping back toward the drafting table she'd been using as a desk.
~FIN
