Ronan Lynch (alteridem) wrote in valloic, @ 2020-03-03 06:20:00 |
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But it wasn’t just him and it wasn’t even just the people he loved. Listening to strangers confess their secrets unwillingly made him feel like the kind of asshole who read a person’s diary or spied on their texts. He was an asshole, but he wasn’t that kind of asshole. He’d suffered through half of the Farmer’s Market and then finally begged Matthew to take over for him so he could take a break.
One side of the cow pasture had people milling around, reaching through the fence to pet the cows and waiting in line for cheese. The other was quiet and had two napping cows right along the fence line. Ronan rested against one and stared up at the sky. When he saw someone approach out of the corner of his eye, he lifted a hand to shade his face.
“I swear, if you wandered all the way over here to tell me about your crush on the girl at the bakery with the doe eyes or fucking whatever, I’m gonna throw cow shit at you.”