~Sienna~

I can only roll my eyes as I enter Nova’s car, trying to eat off the melting ice cream in my hand.

The car roars to live, and I rest against the car watching as she drives to wherever she has planned.

This isn’t how I pictured to spend my weekend after all the chaos that encompasses the whole week.

A quality girl time with Nova while I eat away my sorrow, which explains the reason for the ice cream despite the late winter cold, and then a really delegate time to Norman’s ...