Felix stood in the corner fidgeting. He felt the familiar lump in his throat that you get when you think you have to throw up. Wrinkling his nose, letting out an exasperated sigh, he shuddered.
Annie tucked her red locks into a messy bun. He would be here soon. She was ready for him though; prepped, primed, and ready to go. Smirking, she let her bare feet guide her to the kitchen. Reaching for the wine, she heard a solid knock at her door. Excited eyes slid to the clock on the oven.
Sandstorms clouded her vision of the far-off structure, causing her to squint hard.
Leafless trees and mountains were all Sable could see out the window of the Grand Cherokee. She consciously stilled herself from fidgeting in his car. Such a pretty, fancy car. Wouldn't want her dirtying it up.