Pepper? Fuck her. The swinging auburn ponytail, the impeccable fawn leather jacket, the artificial laugh. Gena shoved her fists deeper into the pockets of her worn wool coat. Her knuckles brushed tattered scraps: torn tissues, old receipts, the personal detritus characteristic of a perpetual mess. Pepper’s pockets were probably perfectly pristine, carrying nothing but her own delicate little hands tucked in snugly against the cold. Fuck Pepper, Gena thought as she leaned her body against the cafe door, bracing herself for the spiteful smack of late autumn chill against her face when she opened it.
Lady Courtaire
I used to pepper more but it can make me choke so I became suspicious of it and put if back far back behind the other seasonings so it wouldn’t ambush me. It’s far from innocent
Pepper? Fuck her. The swinging auburn ponytail, the impeccable fawn leather jacket, the artificial laugh. Gena shoved her fists deeper into the pockets of her worn wool coat. Her knuckles brushed tattered scraps: torn tissues, old receipts, the personal detritus characteristic of a perpetual mess. Pepper’s pockets were probably perfectly pristine, carrying nothing but her own delicate little hands tucked in snugly against the cold. Fuck Pepper, Gena thought as she leaned her body against the cafe door, bracing herself for the spiteful smack of late autumn chill against her face when she opened it.
I used to pepper more but it can make me choke so I became suspicious of it and put if back far back behind the other seasonings so it wouldn’t ambush me. It’s far from innocent