I flashed a smile back, leaning down and picking up the bits and remains of the white, paper bag. I placed them into the nearest trash bin. "Hey, Nick, I think. Would you like a leash? I always keep a spare in my purse in case Max tries to escape for the millionth time.." I giggled, pulling a lime leash from my purse and holding it out.
Accepted, Cometlite.




-Brooke-Lynn