Sunday Morning
Kat pours herself a second glass of wine, deep in thought. She’s been mulling over this question she wants to ask for a few weeks. It’s more serious than she tends to be, and she struggles to verbalize it. Each time she thinks she’s prepared to ask, she can’t form the words. Can’t admit what’s on her mind.
“Kat!” Jane’s voice pulls her out of her thoughts.
“Huh, uh, what?”
“What’s going on? You were totally spacing out.”
“Oh, it’s nothing. I was just thinking” she tries to blow it off.
Jane and Sutton continue to look at her expectantly.
Kat takes a sip of her wine, preparing herself to finally ask the question, “Uh, I was just wondering how you knew you were in love?”
http://archiveofourown.org/works/12467720
if you want to read (or comment on AO3) ^
Sunday Morning
Kat pours herself a second glass of wine, deep in thought. She’s been mulling over this question she wants to ask for a few weeks. It’s more serious than she tends to be, and she struggles to verbalize it. Each time she thinks she’s prepared to ask, she can’t form the words. Can’t admit what’s on her mind.
“Kat!” Jane’s voice pulls her out of her thoughts.
“Huh, uh, what?”
“What’s going on? You were totally spacing out.”
“Oh, it’s nothing. I was just thinking” she tries to blow it off.
Jane and Sutton continue to look at her expectantly.
Kat takes a sip of her wine, preparing herself to finally ask the question, “Uh, I was just wondering how you knew you were in love?”
http://archiveofourown.org/works/12467720
if you want to read (or comment on AO3) ^