Dorothy Moore was ecstatic.
Why, you ask?
Well, quite frankly, she knew exactly why.
After all, they were sitting right across their booth, playfully bickering and jabbing fries at each other.
All it took was a week of Clementine looking like she was on the verge of falling apart, a nudge at a too-tired James to come accompany her to her night shifts as he took his reading break, and some overly-horny teenagers easy to pay to catalyze the process.
Worth it. Every moment in the last two months was worth seeing her only friends the happiest they've been in years.
"Dor, please tell our princess to stop smearing ketchup into my hair!"
James rolled his eyes before raising his hands up in surrender at the eyebrow Dorothy just shot up, "Sorry ma'am, didn't mean to bug your daughter too much here."
Shaking her head, she thought: these two are like a sunflower and a bee; one stable towards light, the other always buzzing around, and something as sweet as honey always comes out.
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Sunflowers, Bees and Honey
Storie breviIn which a lost girl harboring too many responsibilities unexpectedly meets a boy of reserved quietness one late night, and all it takes is one diner, a rather persistent waitress and a pair of horny teenagers to finally get them talking. This is f...
