Blue Jay,
I'm in London! If the giant clock on the front of the card doesn't give that away. That's Big Ben, by the way.
3 days notice? Gotcha. I'll remember for next time.
I've not got much to say, really. Hope you're okay and coping without me being in the same country and within stalking distance?
Yeah, we've ran out of cool animals now.
Talk soon,
29C
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Postcard || Sebastian Stan x Reader
FanfictionYou're flying to Spain for a friend's wedding, seat 29B. When you start to feel a little claustrophobic, 29C switches seats with you. In the confusion, you end up losing an envelope, picking up something of his instead while he has yours. Weeks lat...
