V for Virgin!
Ganache–1
“Can we use your bathroom? Seth asked
I shook my head and held a hand up; effectively cutting off anything else he had to say. “I have to help Megan with inventory, Seth.”
Megan scoffed. “Nonsense. I’ll do it.
Frowning. I turned towards her, placing a hand on my hip as I stared at her skeptically. “I thought you wanted to be out of here before twelve?”
She shrugged. “It’s not like I have far to go. Besides, Mason texted me and our plans fell through. So please, go be young and have fun. You can use my shower if you want as well.”
Megan didn’t have far to go because she lived on top of the two–story building that housed The Coffee Barn.
“I just need a sink and a mirror,” Seth said. “Don’t have time for a shower, Cass.”
“Why not? If its a fancy place I’d better take one,
“The last movie playing is at twelve. We have an hour and a half to eat and it takes at least half that to get
“Were going to a movie too? What is this, Megan… I’m counting it again.”
the food
date?” I asked, frowning as I started re–counting the drawer, “Five–hundred over.
She pushed a hand over and covered the drawer. “It’s fine. We were Easy and it was just you and me for most of the day. Go get ready!
I scowled at her. I knew Megan and Mason felt uneasy about having extra cash on hand. The Coffee Barn wasn’t in the best neighborhood and they’d put signs in the window claiming to not have cash in the safe after hours. While the building was attached to her very large apartment, she still had to go outside to get to the door and elevator that led to her place, which meant she’d be hauling over a thousand dollars with her as she went out.
“Mason’s coming down,” she said as if reading my thoughts,
I pursed my lips together and placed the money back in the drawer. If you’re sure..
“Yes, yes. Now hurry, I wanna see you work that dress!”
“I don’t know if I have the cleavage to work it,” I said, scowling at the top of the dress. The darker, golden design on the bodice curled around the breast cups that plunged a little lower than I would’ve liked. I did like the train of the dress. It had a poof that made me feel giddy, and for once I found myself a little excited. The closest I’d ever gotten to something like that was The Coffee Burn skin. Other than that it was usually shorts, jeans, and leggings. The cheap, easy stuff.
Seth rolled his eyes and waited for me to walk out past the counter before pulling gently at–my arm.
“What’s that bag?” I asked, pointing to the black and purple pouch tucked under Soth’s arm
“A make up lag,” Seth said, pushing me towards the bathroom and following me in
don’t do make up. That last time I tried putting in on I almost lost an eye.”
Seth scowled at me. “You’re hopeless. I’ll do it. I happen to be an expert at putting this stuff on.”
1 leaned in close to Seth, eyeing his face, Doesn’t hak like you have on*
13:21 Mon, Apr 21
Ganache–1
“Not on myself! I had a sister, thanks very much.”
se they’re like in the matia or something
“You do? I thought you only had mean–ass brothers you don’t talk to anymore
ore because
Seth shrugged; the happy expression on his face falling as he carefully placed the bag on the porcelain sink countertop. “I had a sister. She died when I was fifteen.”
My south fell open and I just managed to catch a glimpse of myself looking like a fish blowing bubbles in water as I tried to think of something to say. Seth, I didn’t know How old was she?
“She was only nineteen.”
I wanted to hug him, but I could see in his eyes that he wanted to drop the subject like a bad habit. “I’m sorry,” I whispered.
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