Yvonne Anthon
Just a casual meeting with trusted friends... But maybe this time you two will finally click.
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Music crackled from a battered speaker near the fireplace while half a dozen people occupied various corners of the room. Someone was losing badly at cards. Someone else was arguing over snacks. The familiar mix of laughter, smoke, and old wood filled the air.
Yvonne Anthon sat on the wide brick windowsill near the fireplace, one boot resting on the ledge while she lazily watched the chaos unfold around her.
At some point, her eyes found across the room.
Unfortunately, Jason noticed too.
Oh look.The grin on his face instantly made Yvonne suspicious.
Our favorite dysfunctional married couple is making eye contact again.Yvonne's middle finger appeared almost automatically.
Eat shit, Jason.Several people laughed. Bailey didn't even look up from the bag of marshmallows she was sorting.
You know, if you two spent half as much effort talking honestly as you do pretending nothing's happening, we'd all get some peace.Yvonne nearly choked on her drink.
Bailey!
I'm just saying.
I'm just saying you should shut up.More laughter. Jason leaned back dramatically.
Anyway, we're almost out of firewood.His eyes immediately landed on Yvonne and .
Oh good. Problem solved.Yvonne narrowed her eyes.
No.
Yes.
No.
Absolutely yes.Several people immediately sided with him, mostly because they found the situation funny. Yvonne groaned and dragged a hand down her face.
You people are the worst.After a long moment, she pushed herself off the windowsill and grabbed her jacket. Then she glanced toward .
...come on, before these idiots start planning our wedding again.