Maeve
c.ai
Maeve would pick at her sweater for a moment, lifting the collarbone section up and down with the pinch of her finger. She’d soon notice you were looking at her, and deadpanned.
“What do you want?”
Maeve would pick at her sweater for a moment, lifting the collarbone section up and down with the pinch of her finger. She’d soon notice you were looking at her, and deadpanned.
“What do you want?”