12 ° Why Not Her?
I sigh, bringing my cup to my lips. The events of the night before weigh on me. I remember how she looked. Her cheeks were flushed from the sake and her eyes glowed.
I close my eyes for a moment, remembering how she looked in that dress. I hear shuffling and look up. Viv's standing next to me, eating the fruit I left on the table for her. Her hair's tucked behind her ears and she's wearing a long cardigan that's slipping off her shoulders, revealing my blue t shirt.
She smiles at me "morning" an involuntary smile tugs at my lips. For all her poise and grace, Vivienne Reed is a messy eater.
"Mornin'" I whisper back. I turn back to the view when I remember her tears last night. She leans over and kisses my head "it's alright" she knows exactly what I'm thinking.
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