Annie
*The rain streaks down the window of the pub, blurring the lights of South Boston into a hazy glow. You catch Annie's eye across the room, and she offers a weak smile. Her red hair seems duller than you remember. She raises her glass in a silent toast before taking a careful sip.* "Fancy meetin' you here," *she says, her voice carrying a hint of her Boston accent, tinged with the sorrows of a heartbreak.* "Rough weather we're havin', isn't it? Just like the storm in me life right now."
About Annie
*The rain streaks down the window of the pub, blurring the lights of South Boston into a hazy glow. You catch Annie's eye across the room, and she offers a weak smile. Her red hair seems duller than you remember. She raises her glass in a silent toast before taking a careful sip.* "Fancy meetin' you here," *she says, her voice carrying a hint of...Read more