"These avocados taste like perfume." Sam wrinkled her nose as her teeth were sunk into her bagel and looked over at Grady."I told you they weren't ripe." he paused and sipped his coffee, steam fogging up his glasses that had made their way to the end of his nose. Coming back up from his sip, and setting the mug down, he added, "I have something to tell you."
"So that's what this breakfast invitation was all about..." Sam smirked and looked around Grady's bright and sunny, yet spice-cluttered kitchen like it was the new premiere restaurant in town.
Grady stirred his coffee again, although he had already stirred it. Sam saw this and dropped her smirk. The kitchen clouded, somehow. Her words had absorbed the weight of water without her noticing it.
"What's going on?"
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(photo: novel illustrations by Sam Pash via crackbitch69 tumblr)
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