Re: Ronnie + Rhiannon + Anyone
"You look kinda wired." A brunette in a berry-colored sweater, tight charcoal jeans, and heeled boots poured herself a beer from the keg and watched the curly-haired chef from nearby. She took a sip of the seasonal craft beer and wandered over to him. Even though they'd never been formally introduced, she knew him. You couldn't live in Searchlight for a year and not figure out who people were in a loose sense, especially when they worked someplace as public as the diner and you were not the most enthusiastic cook. Of course, they'd also exchanged a few relayed text messages. Rhiannon looked over her shoulder to see if Cian was nearby, figuring it'd be a good two-birds-one-stone moment, but didn't immediately see him, and they'd probably weave in and out of people all night. "Rhiannon," she said, tapping her chest by a cross that hung on a sturdy chain.