Who: Annie Sawyer- Mitchell and John Mitchell (oe) Where: The Pub What: The truth When: Epic backdate to Last Friday Rating: TBD Open: If you can think of a good reason. Status: Ongoing
Annie had found herself smiling hugely as she headed over to the pub she had so recently begun to think of not just as Mitchell’s but as theirs. The offer of fresh orange juice and Mitchell’s apparently playful mood was enough to lift the smile that she had been wearing since their wedding back into a grin. She’d hardly got her head around being Mrs Mitchell yet, but all she knew was that she liked it, very much.
She walked into the pub, and plonked herself down at the bar. “Oi barman, I put in an order.” She called teasingly to her husband.