Amalia
For my part, I know nothing with any certainty
Retreating back behind the counter, Amalia begins to gather the materials for tea and cake while Oliver tells his story, smiling faintly at the boy's enthusiasm. She'd never had a chance to really explore Adam's shifts with him, another wound in her already injured heart, but it hurts less to hear about it than she would have thought it might.She sets the kettle on the stove and slices into the cake, a dense lemon poppyseed made earlier that morning. "He is - was - always easy to talk to," she agrees, wincing as she stumbles over the tenses. Offering a plate of cake to Oliver, the girl tilts her head. "What advice?" Get drunk and wank it out, is the first thought that comes to her mind, causing a wry grin to flash across her face.
but the sight of the stars makes me dream
