𝓳𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓮𝓭𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓴𝓸𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓴
male | 26 | hetrosexual | tampa bay | quiet + shy
"Alright. I'll pull the wagon over." I said, holding my power drill.
I didn't want to take too long on the shed, although Ashly was in no
rush to get back home. Hearing a buzz in my pocket,
I pick it up to see my grandmother calling. "Hello?" I spoke, while hammering down
some planks.
"Jamie, do you know where you put my snowman wrapping paper?" The other line spoke
sweetly. I had just remembered that it was the Happy December. No wonder so many grocery deals.
"Left corner of garage, ama." I spoke, looking for a missing nail frantically.
"Alright, thank you Jamie." She bid a good bye and ended the call.
"Ashly!" I called, realizing the roof would collapse without the nail.