
“It’s what I live for.”
“Interrupting your precious alone time.”
“Can you go bug someone else, please. I’ll give you a cherry if that’ll make you be quiet, because the drink that I ordered came with a glass cherry–and they taste like feet.”
“Uh….” Alison paused, glancing around for any explanation to why Emma just pretended to use mental powers on her–was...
“Hmm, you drive a hard bargain. I’ll yell you what. Save the toe cherries, and this meeting never happened.” She raised...