Machine of Magic/Rest against the counter as you chat
From Create Your Own Story
Slinking over to the counter you rest your head on your hands, elbows lying hard against the wood. Joan looks up at you, a look of mean delight plastered onto her face. "I guess you're not going to help then, typical young girls, always getting out of work." She blows a strand of hair off her face dismissively, falling into a grin.
Giggling slightly you reply with "Young girls like me have been running around all morning, I don't think I could even lift anything more!" A tired sigh escapes your lips before you fall back into a smile. "Have you heard from Mac yet?"
"He sent a letter the other day actually." Longing glimmers through her eyes. "He is still going to be a week or so before he gets back, but he is well. Says he even saw my sister." Snapping out of her moment, Joan looks at you with a cheeky grin. "And how is your man, if I may ask?"
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