![]() “Are you walking home, too? I picked up seedlings for the garden. You should have kept this simple from the start. Stop and check again, even though only three minutes have elapsed and you didn’t hear your phone chime. Continue to the entrance to the walking trail, the one that runs alongside the lake. Send another text letting him know where to find you. Walk to the corner, turn down a side street. Send a quick text to Dave to see if he’s still with John. ![]() Outside the store, you find a shady spot to check your phone. You find what you’re looking for, a large bar with an ornate, foil-embossed black label. On a shelf of baking ingredients are several bars of chocolate. You shake the daydream off and look around. Maybe let you taste the last drops clinging to his lips. Maybe he’d persuade you to have some, too. He’d taste it, close his eyes, nod with that one-pixel smile. A mug of molten, bittersweet velvet that sank all the way to your core. ![]() You’re remembering the drink Kanaya gave you this morning. You want to be the generous Karkat you saw through the heart shades.įuck it, as long as you’re writing to Santa, you’d also like someone to notarize an official document promising you’re not going to knock the entire thing into the load gaper. Stressed and hopeful just thinking about Dave. Relieved at having spoken with Rose, but also anxious about saying too much in her comfortable little office. You’re not shopping so much as you’re conducting a walking meditation up and down the aisles of the little grocery store in town.
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