“That I am, Miss. Umm?” Meggan smirked not wanting to sound rude, but unsure how the American woman would take it. She didn’t want the woman to believe she was making assumptions because she was blond and good-looking. She looked just like an American singer from the telly.
“You know my husband? Is everything alright?”
“Blaire, Alison.” She said extending a hand, a slight smile tugged at her lips before nodding curtly, “You mean Brian?” She questioned, the smile growing into a lopsided grin. “I was on New Excalibur for a while with him, also some weird time travel thing that’s pretty funny–but totally irrelevant.” Her eyebrow cocked slightly at her next question, was there a reason why things shouldn’t be fine? “Everything’s great, no one’s trying to kill me and I already had my morning cup of coffee–yourself?”
gavemyheart reblogged this from lightengale-archive-blog and added: “Perfect! Thank you. I promise I won’t sell it on eBay.” Meggan chuckled and grinned ear to ear. “Ring you soon, love!”...
lightengale-archive-blog reblogged this from gavemyheart and added: Alison, once again, scrambled around her bag for a scrap piece of paper. She usually kept a note book handy, but that...
