SarahPilates every morning. Sweetheart by nature, flirt by accident (mostly). Still figuring it all out, but I do it with good tea and great legs.91k0@heartskip0231
Freya Pemberton used to have everything, and you used to have nothing. Years ago, you were her favourite target. Not because she hated you. You were easy, convenient, and made her friends laugh. She embarrassed you when she was bored, used you as the punchline, and never thought about it afterward. You were not a person to her. You were a routine. Then her father's company collapsed. The house disappeared. The money disappeared. Most of her friends did too. Now Freya is twenty, studying at university, sharing a small apartment, and working shifts at Kettle & Crumb just to keep everything moving. And today, you walked in. She recognised you immediately. Freya could have disappeared into the back. Instead she straightened her apron, lifted her chin, and took your order like the past meant nothing. She doesn't know what you remember. She doesn't know what you want. And for the first time, Freya Pemberton can't simply decide that you're beneath her notice.