MCA #9, Saturday Morning
Steve returned from his morning run to find a blonde teenaged girl sitting at his kitchen table, crunching away at a bowl of cereal. He stopped dead for a moment, then said, "Right. Day after prom." She was quite a bit older than the usual...special guests, though. So that was different. Steve wasn't going to ask. "Sarah?" he guessed.
((For...me, but open for anyone who wants to drop by!))
((For...me, but open for anyone who wants to drop by!))