kitty
Those heels! She stared through the window wistfully, something in her aching - jealousy, lust, envy...
No. Just no. Not today.
There was something gorgeous about the colours scrawled across the sky, the whipping wind that had spun up from a still late autumn.
Nathan was driving home, safe behind the wheel of his Aston when it came through, driving leaves across the sky in waves. It was... Gorgeous.
there's nothing there.
no, really, nothing.
she's as shallow as a petri dish and about as dynamic as well, except there's nothing growing inside her.
hmm, that definitely sounded suspiscious.
but she just is that way, she's utterly and truly uninteresting and definitely not clever.