enemies to lovers, but you'll never own my heart
A starry evening after all of the events that had unfolded just days before, has Caly leaning against the bar, making notes in her navy leather bound journal with gold glittering on the paper ends. A swipe of ink here and a swipe of ink there, crossing out on occasion when she mixes something to try it and winces at the taste.
Ah well, it was worth a try at least.
Sighing and straightening up, she smooths the cream shirt she wears, brushing her hair back out of her face to look up as she notices the next group of people step in. Taking their orders easily and doing it quickly, she’s able to settle back in while the bar starts to slowly come to life. For now, though, it’s only about a quarter full, which is slower than usual, but given the events as of late, she can’t really blame them.
Ah well, it was worth a try at least.
Sighing and straightening up, she smooths the cream shirt she wears, brushing her hair back out of her face to look up as she notices the next group of people step in. Taking their orders easily and doing it quickly, she’s able to settle back in while the bar starts to slowly come to life. For now, though, it’s only about a quarter full, which is slower than usual, but given the events as of late, she can’t really blame them.
Calypso
one-sided, it's pathetic how you think you're being smart
