A Walk around the (Writer's) Block [Serena]

Rebecca’s nose scrunched involuntarily as she smiled at the kiss on her cheek, but she was momentarily disappointed when Serena left her side. Suddenly she felt the chill of the wind where Serena’s warm body had abandoned, and was prepared to whine for affection until a hand was offered to her.

Rebecca took the hand and hopped off the bench, feeling immediate appreciation for her bottom no longer resting on the ice-cold surface. As much as she was enjoying the cuddling, it was too cold for them to stay out forever.

She did hope Serena took her advice, because the clever young blonde was a real catch, and when she relaxed and put herself out there. Someone would see that. Rebecca even got some nice suggestions to jog her mind out of the writer’s block she had seemed to forgot about during their conversation. Honestly, she was excited to take another whack at writing something.

Rebecca was best off following Serena’s lead, heading back to her apartment; the hot bath Serena mentioned sounded divine. (Her own hot bath, in her own apartment, alone in her own tub, to clarify.) Before they parted ways, Rebecca wanted to make sure she took care of something before it slipped her mind.

Taking the small notebook she had brought with her, she scribbled down her phone number on a page and ripped it out, handing it to Serena before looping her arm back around her friend’s once more. ”Thaur, noo Ah expect ye tae keep in tooch. we'll baith keep each other frae bein' total hermits, luv.” Her new life in New York would be easiest with a friend she could depend on, and she was confident Serena would become that.