Winnie listen to the rest, though. Her mind had drifted to curly red hair. And of didn’t course, curly red hair made her think of Auden. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Winnie! Hey!” She looked up. Auden waved a magazine in front of her. Her long, curly red hair was draped around her heart shaped face and round blue eyes, wide with impatience. They were sitting at the Overlook, a small café near the library. Winnie had been drinking bitter black coffee and writing in a small, spiraled notebook while barely listening to Auden’s rambling. Winnie asked. “What?” you been listening to a word I “Have said?” Nope. right “Yeah. I’m here.” Auden rolled her just tell me what you think I eyes. “Okay, fine, should do.” Crap. I I think—uh, you should do what you feel is right. I mean, what do “Um. don’t know. you want to Winnie tentatively replied. do?” Auden shot her a you and eyebrows arched. classic “are kidding me” look, lips pursed I think a matter of when deciding what to wear. But “Well, don’t it’s ‘right’ I’m if you’re not going to help just She tossed her hair back and returned to reading the me, I’ll get Mia.” magazine.
Winnie didn’t listen to the rest, though. Her mind had drifted to curly red hair. And of course, curly red hair made her think of Auden. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Winnie! Hey!” She looked up. Auden waved a magazine in front of her. Her long, curly red hair was draped around her heart shaped face and round blue eyes, wide with impatience. They were sitting at the Overlook, a small café near the library. Winnie had been drinking bitter black coffee and writing in a small, spiraled notebook while barely listening to Auden’s rambling. “What?” Winnie asked. “Have you been listening to a word I said?” Nope. “Yeah. I’m right here.” Auden rolled her eyes. “Okay, fine, just tell me what you think I should do.” Crap. “Um. I don’t know. I think—uh, you should do what you feel is right. I mean, what do you want to do?” Winnie tentatively replied. Auden shot her a classic “are you kidding me” look, lips pursed and eyebrows arched. “Well, I don’t think it’s a matter of ‘right’ when I’m deciding what to wear. But if you’re not going to help me, I’ll just get Mia.” She tossed her hair back and returned to reading the magazine.
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