Parallel Universe: Exhibit A
Could you create the world in FtWD VIII? “You would have walked into my bar one summer night,” Elyza whispered as hips moved against her own, wanting to go again. “I would have seen you and fallen in love, but played it overly cool. Invited you back to mine. Fucked you til sun up and sent you on your way.” Please. And thank you for your work.
“Yeah, yeah, I swear I go to class,” she muttered, meandering around the back dock in small, lazy circles as she mumbled into the phone balanced on her shoulder. “I’m not working too many hours. I’m getting it all done, I swear.”
On the other end, a woman fret and tried to make sure the bartender kept up with her studies, all while still on the other side of the world. It made Elyza smile, despite the roll of her eyes to each mundane, motherly question.