26. Umbrella by Rainlily9

No Warning

“Excuse me, I believe this is mine.” A hand smoothed down Laura’s arm, then tugged at her umbrella. 

She spun. Her glare was met by intense gray eyes. 

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Rainlily9
Rainlily9

West Coast oddball living in small town Southern USA. Nature and pet lover, recovering people pleaser. Head often in the clouds. Filter occasionally broken.

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