"Yeah," I said taking a crate of drinks from his hands. He disappeared into the store while I stocked the fridge. Once I was done helping him, I walked over to the counter, swapping places with Jane, the owner's granddaughter. A seventeen-year-old high schooler. She mumbled hello and walked away. All the while, her fave remained buried in the novel in her hands.
Maid With Benefits
Urban · wild_imaginatorII
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