Callista looked up from the text she was reading as Dryden walked
over and plopped tiredly next to her on the bench. Her eyes flicked
to the papers stacked on his table. She was about to ask if she
needed to move anything, when he reached up to run a gentle paw
through her long hair. It was glossy and crimped from being held in
braids during the day.
“You took your hair down.”
She
nodded.
“Sure's a beautiful sight to come home to.” He
said, looking at her.
His look and words made her feel she
was.
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