Of all her fellow Springs she’d gotten to talk to, Titania was one she hadn’t. For some reason, they’d never sat down, just the two of them, and talked.
So tonight she was going to fix that. She closed the coffee shop early, and had brewed some fresh coffee and tea. There was also pastries and cookies that she had set aside earlier in the evening, just in case.
The Treasured was dressed in a light tan silk skirt and a black tank top. Her long hair tickled the back of her calves as she moved around the counter, the wildflowers growing where she walked.
Titania Vincent