Conversations
The soft pattering of the rain. Drip drop. The room is softly lit by the glowbulbs. The two of them were both dressed in their respective pyjamas, now. They had both been soaking wet.
It was soothing in a way. Shelley sat curled up on the couch in his sitting room with a cup of a hot alcoholic chocolate beverage. Sitting opposite her on the couch, with his feet tucked under him, Ishamael sipped another cup of the same beverage.
This had gone better than he had first thought.
It was soothing in a way. Shelley sat curled up on the couch in his sitting room with a cup of a hot alcoholic chocolate beverage. Sitting opposite her on the couch, with his feet tucked under him, Ishamael sipped another cup of the same beverage.
This had gone better than he had first thought.