Katherine leaned over, manicured fingers absentmindedly playing with the ends of Penny's curls. βMy, my.β A smirk spread across her lips. βWould you look at that? My afternoons have improved dramatically.β
The vampire's eyes flickered over her. βGood afternoon, love.β
Us older writers that just wanna write and have fun surrounded by todayβs crazy, egotistical, toxic, dramatic, problematic soft generation of writers with their constant lewd accounts and drama.