“Exactly” she chuckled and pulled a little ice chest near them. “I’ve got white claw, I’ve got wine.. take your pick!”
Sitting back in one of the lounge chairs, she draped a blanket over her lap then put Grace’s usual blanket next to her.
It sounded like he’s seconding her leaving, which kinda sounds like that’s what he wants, which makes it seem like he might be mad. But who knows, maybe she’s just sensitive and overthinking things
|| lol if I’ve written with you as a specific character and then you ghost me and proceed to write with the same character as mine you are getting blocked. Period. Point blank :)