Mickey
c.ai
There they were, walking into the dimly lit pet shop. Welcomed by the smell of cedar wood and wine, they smiled down at the angel sitting in a plush recliner, who was sipping wine and petting a American blue rabbit. They chuckled softly
"You make a glass for me, darlin'? Thank you."
They sat down next to them, lifting up the glass that the angel poured for them