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fandomtownies2020-10-10 03:00 pm
defenderofdesmoines) wrote in fandomtownies2020-10-10 03:00 pm
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J, GoB - Saturday afternoon
Annie had more or less made peace with the fact that she was going to be here for awhile, and that this was more in the vein of an unpaid internship than an actual job. And, honestly, she was okay with that - she liked it in Fandom, and she knew better than most that any kind of boost to her resumé would help if she ever wanted to get into The Seven.
Far, far less okay with the new status quo was Annie's mother.
Annie had been on the phone with Donna for the better part of an hour when she finally said she had to go ("On a save?" Donna had asked hopefully) and turned into the bakery.
"I want every kind of donut you have with cream in the middle," she decided at the counter. That was how she ended up curled up at a table with a half-dozen different donuts in front of her, and a lukewarm cup of coffee she was mostly ignoring.
Good luck!!!!! came in a text, just as she sat down, followed by a series of emojis. (Sparkle, star, halo face, prayer hands, sparkle, sparkle, sparkle.)
Annie sighed and turned her phone face-down, then took a bite out of a chocolate-glazed donut and let out the kind of happy noise that most people reserved for privacy.
She wasn't really planning on finishing all the donuts in front of her in one sitting, here, but she wasn't ruling it out at the moment.
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Far, far less okay with the new status quo was Annie's mother.
Annie had been on the phone with Donna for the better part of an hour when she finally said she had to go ("On a save?" Donna had asked hopefully) and turned into the bakery.
"I want every kind of donut you have with cream in the middle," she decided at the counter. That was how she ended up curled up at a table with a half-dozen different donuts in front of her, and a lukewarm cup of coffee she was mostly ignoring.
Good luck!!!!! came in a text, just as she sat down, followed by a series of emojis. (Sparkle, star, halo face, prayer hands, sparkle, sparkle, sparkle.)
Annie sighed and turned her phone face-down, then took a bite out of a chocolate-glazed donut and let out the kind of happy noise that most people reserved for privacy.
She wasn't really planning on finishing all the donuts in front of her in one sitting, here, but she wasn't ruling it out at the moment.
[Open!]