otp: you look familiar

They say that I have the best ass below 14th St.

Is it true?

You Look Familiar- Keenan/Claire

Claire flashed to a field and looked up, trying to find the other angel she’d seen when they rescued Evelyn.

“Hey you,” she said. “The one who helped save Evelyn. I’m Claire. Please talk to me.” It was a shitty ass prayer, but she didn’t know his name or who he was to Evie. But she had noticed the resemblance to Arthur. Her heart pounded and she swallowed.

“Come on, angel face. i’m a friend of Evelyn’s.”

It got to me so deeply for more reasons than one, but mostly because I have always had an overly positive and borderline naive viewpoint towards humanity.
I never locked my windows, nor did I feel the need to hide my bags when I left them unattended in my car. I took the steps in parking garages, parked next to vans, and did not carry pepper spray. A figure walking past me at night wouldn’t scare me, I would just nod and say hello. There were times that I would misplace my drink and still drink it. I didn’t feel the need to go to the bathroom in groups. I didn’t feel the need to go to the bathroom in groups. I didn’t feel the need to go to the bathroom in groups.