#aidanlily001

[aidanxoconnor]

cont. from here || @lilsmccoy​

The more he looked at this girl, the more familiar she was. It wasn’t hard to recognize a face here in Frostford. It was a small town and despite leaving for oh, eight years, there were still a shit ton of people he’d grown up with still living in the town lines. “I don’t make a habit of loanin out my stuff to strangers, but you-- I know you, don’t I?” he mused, tsking himself as he tried to remember. “Not a neighbor...or an ex...sibling of an ex, maybe?” No. He’d definitely remember her then. But he was sure he’d seen her around growing up.

You’d think it’d help that the woman was-- well, she was very easy on the eyes and here he was looking like an idiot. Rubbing the back of his neck, Aidan turned and snagged his laptop from behind the counter. “I like my coffee with four sugars,” Aidan held out the tech, but pulled back with a slight chuckle, “I need a name first. Just so I can know who to track down if you flood my system with porn or viruses or something,”