WHO: Michaela Jones, Arthur a Bland WHEN: Tuesday evening WHERE: Her apartment WHAT: A relationship!?!?! talk WARNINGS: TBA
Michaela couldn't remember the last time she had felt...anything about a man. Certainly not enough to keep anyone around long term, anyway. So many of her relationships had gone so very badly, and she had been through so much and then along came the sweetest, funniest, most loveable man...and he had lived in a cabin by himself for decades and oh he was also a Merry Man.
Every time she saw Art, her stomach got all swoopy, and she giggled like an idiot, and she was fairly sure she had even let out a soft moan the last time they had hugged. But if he had noticed, he hadn't said anything. She needed to get her feelings out so they could either be nipped in the bud, or something could be done about them, because she hated feeling so ridiculous.
She pulled her hair back into a high ponytail on top of her head. She was sans wig tonight and her natural hair was shorter than she usually wore it, but it looked cute swept back away from her face. Then she headed over to flick the kettle on and await Art's arrival so they could figure out whatever...this was.