i am a brutally soft woman
Phoebe listened to Flora, glancing at the pedicurist briefly. But as she did so, some puzzle pieces began to come together. Slowly she turned her head back to Flora, staring wide eyed as she continued to describe the woman in question. No. No. It couldn't be. Yet the description was too uncanny for it to be not.
"Are you talking about Amanda by chance?" she asked her, hoping she was wrong even though her gut told her she was right.
But Flora had asked a question herself and Phoebe was momentarily flustered. The kiss was because of Frey? Well why would Frey...oh. Nevermind that stupid thought. "Yes, I would say likely so. Some people do impulsive, sexually driven things like that when Frey has been around."
"Are you talking about Amanda by chance?" she asked her, hoping she was wrong even though her gut told her she was right.
But Flora had asked a question herself and Phoebe was momentarily flustered. The kiss was because of Frey? Well why would Frey...oh. Nevermind that stupid thought. "Yes, I would say likely so. Some people do impulsive, sexually driven things like that when Frey has been around."
