Gershwin fan, aspiring fic writer. Made a wrong turn at Albuquerque and not sure how social media works. She/her, late 20s.
Dec 1, 2021 • 25 tweets • 10 min read
Stars sparkle in the indigo heavens as Ben swallows nervously, stomping his feet on Rey’s doormat.
He fiddles with the box in his hands - snickerdoodles - and takes a deep breath. Focus, Solo, he tells himself sternly. She invited you to be friendly. Neighborly.
