fic: Confessions

[salle]

It’s late. One o’clock in the morning late. Her shift has just ended and the night is cold and snowy, unusual for an October evening. “Global warming,” she thinks sardonically. She wraps her coat closer to her body, bracing herself for the chilly wind. The automatic doors slide open and she’s startled to find him there, sitting on a bench,

Comments

[dariclone]

That was great, Mark being the one to express his feelings for once.