Mason
She strolled into my studio like she owned the place.
Well, she owned the building. My home. My sanctuary.
All bluff, and blunder, with no substance to her argument, "It's time for a renovation."
Hell, the place is almost new.
I see the broken woman behind her mask.
Lost. Alone. Searching.
I know her history and the world she inhabits, better than most.
Kat
You're only as old as the person you're, well you know what I mean.
I feel like a cougar, and I know, to never mix business with pleasure.
But I'm out of that market, and Mason's too young to be taken seriously.
I'll not shackle my baggage to him, nor hold him back. The mess I'm in-it's not one I'd drag anyone else into.
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