"I'm gonna take you to this great little cafe that's just a few minutes away from here. They have great soup and coffee and basically anything else you might expect at a cafe."
"Even pie?" Lynn asked.
"Even pie." I replied, smiling all big. Maybe pie could be our always( I had to sorry lmao).
So I continued to get ready, cleaning up my small place as I went. Lynn just chilled on the couch, on her phone, probably on Twitter. She seems like the type to. Or maybe Tumblr? Perhaps. I honestly was so hyped to show her Chip's place.
I knew the owner, his name was Chip, as you could probably guess. He has two other people working there, Michelle and Tristan. Tristan is a veteran, it was his third year there. He runs the cash register and greets everyone with a warm smile.
Michelle cooked the food, and she did a great job. Always added her own touch and made every dish with love. Nothing she cooked was bad and that says a lot. Maybe it's cause she's a perfectionist. It's not a bad thing.
I took a look around my house, everything seemed neat and organized. My computer and laptop were turned off, trash taken out, dishes washed. Could use a bit of air freshener. Mine smelled like pumpkins and fall. Perfect. Time to depart.
"Alright let's gooooooooooooooooooooooooo."
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Your Hand Inside Mine
FanfictionAlexa San Roman is in a band and plays shows every week at little bars, not expecting much but loving every moment. She never would have thought to meet a girl who makes her feel at home. (The title is taken from a song by Explosions In The Sky)
