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xxxxlocation: apartmentxxxxxxxxxxoutfit: here
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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"
Willow sighed with relief as Max handed her some painkillers, and downed them in one with a mouthful of her coffee. “Bless you,” she said. “Coffee and painkillers, just what a girl needs.” She sat down and started eating, having to stop herself from moaning. Usually eggs and bacon wasn’t something she felt particularly strongly about, but it was exactly what she was craving, and the coffee tasted amazing. “This is really good,” she said.
She shrugged as Max said she had to go to work. “Nah, I’m the same, I’ve got to show up to work at some point today. They aren’t too fussy about when I show up as long as I do show up. And I also need to change. Can’t be showing up to work in the same clothes I was seen in yesterday, my co-workers will be gossiping,” she said, having to resist the temptation to wink. It was more of a natural instinct than anything else. And perhaps if they’d met under different circumstances, Willow would have been flirtatious, would have bought her a drink, maybe would have gone there. But not now. Wrong circumstances, wrong... everything.
“My ankle’s fine. Bit sore, but the painkillers haven’t kicked in yet, and I’ve dealt with worse. Should be able to walk on it, although I don’t think I’ll be wearing my heels to work today,” she remarked. She was used to heels and used to pain, but combining the two was just asking for trouble that she just did not want to deal with.
She shrugged as Max said she had to go to work. “Nah, I’m the same, I’ve got to show up to work at some point today. They aren’t too fussy about when I show up as long as I do show up. And I also need to change. Can’t be showing up to work in the same clothes I was seen in yesterday, my co-workers will be gossiping,” she said, having to resist the temptation to wink. It was more of a natural instinct than anything else. And perhaps if they’d met under different circumstances, Willow would have been flirtatious, would have bought her a drink, maybe would have gone there. But not now. Wrong circumstances, wrong... everything.
“My ankle’s fine. Bit sore, but the painkillers haven’t kicked in yet, and I’ve dealt with worse. Should be able to walk on it, although I don’t think I’ll be wearing my heels to work today,” she remarked. She was used to heels and used to pain, but combining the two was just asking for trouble that she just did not want to deal with.