daddyissues_ (daddyissues_) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2015-02-14 11:30:00 |
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Valentine's day had always been a disaster in her opinion. It brought out the worst in people and couples. She could deal with waking up in someone else's body - power switches, fine with her - being followed by winged babies and having to endure backstreet boy music, that was the road to hell. She was already stressed out over the conversation with Maryanne, she did not need this too. She slammed the door to the pub open. "I swear if I see one more dove, I will make a lovely stew out of it," she fretted as she shut the door behind her. When she turned around, the Irishman she had accepted to see and of whose passionate hatred for the Island's Valentine's nonsense she knew of was not there. Instead a handsome and well dressed stranger looked at her. "Oh, sorry. I thought Mitchell would here. I'm Kat, hi." |