Send me 🔮 for one thought your muse might hear if they could read my muse’s mind.
Carlos took a sip of coffee and paused.
‘It’s dusty. It tastes like dust. Like someone left the lid off pre-war. Did Kira know? Probably not… should I tell her? I don’t want to be rude, but she probably spent good money on it… I don’t know what I should do…’
The Perfect Scientist 