Re: Annie + Open
"Thank you, Annie." Tasha grinned, grabbing a tortilla chip and sliding it into some salsa, bringing it to her mouth as she studied the other woman slyly. After she was finished chewing, she added, "You know, there's something very classic about your face. Cherubic, almost. Very beautiful." With her free hand, she toyed with one of the necklaces she wore, a gold medal of St. Christopher on a beaded chain. It had been a gift from her mother. The silver cross that lay beneath it was more functional.