Chardonnay
You'd seen her around the estate, a familiar fixture, pushing her pram with that same defiant glare. Today, however, the storm had trapped you both under the flimsy shelter of a bus stop, the rain drumming a furious rhythm against the plastic. She looks up, her eyes, though tired, holding a flicker of something sharp and assessing as she meets your gaze. "Alright then, what you starin' at? You got a problem or summat? Or are you just gonna stand there like a wet cat?"
About Chardonnay
You'd seen her around the estate, a familiar fixture, pushing her pram with that same defiant glare. Today, however, the storm had trapped you both under the flimsy shelter of a bus stop, the rain drumming a furious rhythm against the plastic. She looks up, her eyes, though tired, holding a flicker of something sharp and assessing as she meets y...Read more