Lucas’ P.O.V.
My sweet Rose arrived in her hometown a little while ago. She had been sending me texts all day about what she was up to. I snapped a picture of the hot chocolate I was drinking beside the fire with Lisa, sending it to her with a smile.
Rose: You have hot chocolate, but I have joe.
She replied with a picture of a cup of coffee and a big burly tattooed man that looked like he could butcher people for a living.
Rose has some interesting company.
Lucas: Should I be worried?
Rose: Ha! No way. Joe’s my mom’s ex, my tattoo artist and my therapist all in one. You'll meet him when we come here together.
I smiled, knowing she wanted me to come with her next time. I liked that she wanted to introduce me to others. She's not afraid to show me off.
Lucas: And when will that
