"That the script is boring," Mindi smiled, a genuine, crinkle-eyed expression that softened her entire face. "And it rarely leads to happiness. Happiness is usually found in the things that don't make sense on paper."
Arielle straightened, instinctively pushing her textbooks away. "Hey. You’re late." arielle faye and mindi mink
The afternoon sun slanted through the blinds of the quiet suburban home, casting long, dusty rectangles across the hardwood floor. Arielle Faye sat at the kitchen island, a ceramic mug of chamomile tea going cold between her hands. She was supposed to be reviewing her notes for the upcoming semester, but the words blurred into a meaningless gray smudge. "That the script is boring," Mindi smiled, a