New York City, Friday Night
Eve had just pulled the longest shift ever -- or what felt like it, at least -- and now she was happily curled up on the couch with her favorite alcohol and her favorite trashy television show.
It was a good evening. A peaceful evening. She liked those evenings.
She didn't have nearly enough of them.
[It won't be peaceful for long! Open for phone calls, texts, emails, whatever.]
It was a good evening. A peaceful evening. She liked those evenings.
She didn't have nearly enough of them.
[It won't be peaceful for long! Open for phone calls, texts, emails, whatever.]