Hudson
I can’t help myself; I lean toward the center of the table and ogle the screen, as if the girl on the other side of the username is going to be therefor me to view in real time. Like I will be able to dissect her right here and now and determine if she’s what we need.
At the same time, I have the compulsion to pick up Darcy’s thrown and throw it through Derek’s window and pay for the repairs later. It builds within me until it’s almost inevitable. If we don’t look, we won’t have to go through the disappointment. Again.