MHA #2 | Wednesday Evening

After she wrapped up visiting Summer at the bar (which had not included just the one beer she had been thinking, but she still didn't think God was going to mind), Annie headed across the street to Diego's apartment. Partially because she didn't want to trek all the way across town (it was so far when it was this cold) to her own place, but also because, you know, it had been like a matter of hours since she'd seen him, and she'd been sort of busy today with training and going to church on the mainland, and she was gross like that.

She'd sent a text to let him know she was on her way, but she also called out a cheerful, elongated, "Heeeeey, you," as she let herself in.

[obviously this is for the guy omg.]