- Invitation Status
- Look for groups
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Slice of Life, Horror, Fandoms, Superheroes, Crime, Drama, Grit, Supernatural, Light Sci-Fi, Modern Era, Dark Themes
Making gift cards specifically wasn't something that Alison had ever heard of before, but she wasn't going to question Benjamin on his career choices. Too many people had asked her the same questions at one point: was she sure, did she really want to do this, was it worth throwing her life away just to design logos? Happiness was worth everything to Alison, and if Benjamin was happy with what he did, then the redhead vowed not to open her mouth—even if she was curious about how and why he had gotten into the business. "I guess we have that in common," Alison said quietly and lightly shrugged her shoulders. Screaming and accusations sprinkled with the occasional drink or five had been her entire life throughout the last few years of high school. At least Benjamin was able to understand her.
When the sugar-scented air caused Benjamin to get up from his chair and proclaimed that fresh cinnamon rolls were out of the oven, Alison nodded. "Alright," she said as she watched him walk away. Although their first meeting was going well, the redhead didn't have much of an appetite no matter how tempting fresh pastry was. Somewhere in the pit of her stomach, Alison was still slightly nervous that everything was going to go wrong, or that her family was going to be awful to a complete stranger. The thought of Benjamin fielding various insults for the weekend all for the reward of macaroni salad and ribs didn't exactly seem fair.
As the blond returned to the table, Alison raised her eyes from the coffee cup in front of her. "I really love this place," she mentioned and glanced around the cafe. The pressure to reveal more about herself was making her slightly tense and she was hardly used to going on about her life.
When the sugar-scented air caused Benjamin to get up from his chair and proclaimed that fresh cinnamon rolls were out of the oven, Alison nodded. "Alright," she said as she watched him walk away. Although their first meeting was going well, the redhead didn't have much of an appetite no matter how tempting fresh pastry was. Somewhere in the pit of her stomach, Alison was still slightly nervous that everything was going to go wrong, or that her family was going to be awful to a complete stranger. The thought of Benjamin fielding various insults for the weekend all for the reward of macaroni salad and ribs didn't exactly seem fair.
As the blond returned to the table, Alison raised her eyes from the coffee cup in front of her. "I really love this place," she mentioned and glanced around the cafe. The pressure to reveal more about herself was making her slightly tense and she was hardly used to going on about her life.