Let’s see what Charlotte of Gathering Buttercups is up to….
Charlotte played with the stick in her martini, the olive long gone, and kept her eyes on the door willing Luke to materialize.
Instead a boy shuffled over and leaned into her, looking up she was greeted with a smile and a mop of dark silky hair.
“Hey” his mouth said.
Charlotte smirked, “hey yourself.”
“Can I buy you a drink?”
She took in his faded jeans and backwards baseball cap, “What are you 12? “
“25.” the smiling mouth said.
“That’ll be a scandal for sure” she said as she drained her glass.
“Maybe that’s just what you need.”
Trifecta this week: Scandal