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Saoirse~

"Gnocchi, I'm home~" I call as I set my bags on the table.

I wait for a moment, listening for the tell tale sound of feet scurrying across the wood floor. Soon enough the little grey bunny comes barreling around the corner. I sink to the floor, on my knees, and Gnocchi launches herself into my arms.

I pick her up, cradling her body and stroking her head softly, cooing at her.

"Hi Bun, how was your day?" I ask, smiling at her as I turn to search through the bags with my free hand. She blinks up at me and twitches her nose before cuddling into my shirt.

I giggle as I pull out a sprig (is that the right word) of cilantro and hold it up to her.

"I missed you too Bun, I had the most peculiar day today."

She chews the greens enthusiastically, stopping occasionally to stare up at me, before resuming devouring her treat.

"I ran into Mrs. Gallagher this morning, I should probably invite her over sometime soon don't you think? Well, anyways, we talked for a bit and then I went to pick up my supplies for the new project from Casey. When I was leaving I wasn't paying attention and I ran into the prettiest girl, Bun. She was so... I don't even know how to describe her. She was lost so I helped her find her way to her hotel. It was really a pity we had to part so soon, I wish-" I remember the small card she had given me and squealed.

Gnocchi flinches, shaken by the loud noise. I frown, and pat her head apologetically.

"Sorry Bun, here let me set you down." I said placing the bunny safely on the floor. She hopped off to play somewhere

"Stay out of trouble, bun!" I call before turning to search my bag for the card with Wren's number typed in a neat font.

I pull the card out after finding it in my bag and taking a moment to admire the pretty colour and light flower drawings scattered throughout, I notice the number, website, and name cleanly printed on the gorgeous card-stock.

Wren Avaline Williams

wrenavalineproductions.com

000-000-0000

I type the number into my phone quickly, humming with excitement. I type out a short message before hesitating. Was it too early to text her? Would she think I was weird? I frown and save the contact without sending a message.

"I'll text tomorrow," I mumble, setting my phone on the table and standing up. "That way I don't come off too clingy, but I also don't come off uninterested.

I pick up the bags strewn across my table and begin to put things in their proper homes. I finish tidying up my stuff and Gnocchi's random messes before changing into a pair of leggings and a t-shirt and flopping down onto my bed. Today was draining, maybe I could take a nap before starting dinner.