"who, bean?"
"him." charlotte pointed to a skinny boy, dressed in all black, with a bright red cvs apron tied around his waist. charlotte made her father bend down so that she could whisper in his ear:
"his apron matches your hair."
A/n is anyone even reading this yike
YOU ARE READING
drugstore perfume | joshler
Fanfictionin which a single dad meets a sad cvs employee
