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ʙᴇᴠ (mollyringwald) wrote in snapthread,

For today, Beverly didn't have any other plans except to figure out how to pay the clothing store back for the things she'd taken - she had another shirt or two, and socks that kept her feet warm in her boots because the last thing she wanted was to feel snow on bare soles again, and there was also a pair of pajamas. Soft and cozy and printed with grey cats - not really her style, but she hadn't been too picky at the time.

Now she was in jeans and one of those borrowed shirts and her coat, slender hands slipped into the pockets as she wandered down to meet the guy with the garden. The other redhead. Though honestly, she didn't think she compared in terms of looks - he looked like a model, with perfect features and cheekbones that could cut diamonds.

"Hi - yes, right, needed those shoes," she laughed a little breathless, swishing an errant fiery curl from her face, out of her eyes. "Beverly. Nice to meet you. And I'd love to see your tomatoes. I'm a big fan." Did he mean literal magic, or?