Tiselle
After our short make-out session, we got out of bed and made our way downstairs to eat breakfast. Since we were late coming down, there was no one else at the table, allowing us to talk without interruption.
Once we were both seated with full plates, Blaiz smiled at me and commented, “I know that your luggage was in your car. Surely, there are things you are needing. Would you like for me to arrange a trip to the city?”
I thought about it for a second while I chewed a bite of pancakes, then I responded, “A trip to the store would be beneficial, but more than that, I need to find my car. All of my designs are in it.”
Right away, Blaiz grabbed his cellphone off the table, then he sent a text message to someone. Seconds after he put the phone back in standby, it lit up with a
