Stay Away From Him You Pricey Slut!

“Mr. Bryce,” Will called out to Gabriel as he stood in place even after Leonica and Ashley had driven away. The smile that had once played on his lips when she spoke to Leonica had completely vanished, leaving him with a look that screamed focus as he tried to filter his thought, dig deeper than the rosy scent of Leonica that seemed to fill his head and Ashley’s tiny loveable voice, all in a bid to pin point the face that had flashes through his mind the moment the pain had hit. Even though he had seen the picture, the girl in it looked familiar yet distance and he got that one feeling that would always wash over him when he found himself in the highest length of the Eiffel tower, seating down and holding a video call with Lila where she made a show of the foods she had prepared while he was all the way in Paris. That distant homesick feeling that settled in his gut, but would soon be consumed by anger the moment he realizes he can’t get his hand on his grandmother’s precious cooking,