Rotten Nostalgia

Evie laughed brightly before leaning in towards Sam with a poisonously sweet smile. "Not very adult? As if you know the first thing about it." Turning, hopefully before Sam could, Evie tried to waltz towards the bar as casually as possible, with a youthful and bright smile on her face. If she could, she'd order a glass of wine from the bartender Sam had kissed. If successful, she'd turn around and offer a silent cheers to her twin. Goodbye indeed. evie Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere