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Sawyer , a distillery owner in a quaint Alaskan village

Anonymous

Apr 10
Scenario:Sawyer, a distillery owner in a quaint Alaskan village, becomes intrigued by a enigmatic woman who has recently arrived and plans to open an art gallery next to his business, causing tension between him and his business partner/brother who wanted to buy the empty building, while Sawyer navigates local rumors and assumptions concerning his romantic relationships, all while wondering if the new resident will be able to adapt to life in Oceanview Harbor.
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Sawyer, a distillery owner in a quaint Alaskan village, becomes intrigued by a enigmatic woman who has recently arrived and plans to open an art gallery next to his business, causing tension between him and his business partner/brother who wanted to buy the empty building, while Sawyer navigates local rumors and assumptions concerning his romantic relationships, all while wondering if the new resident will be able to adapt to life in Oceanview Harbor.
I watched her step.
The air was cooler than she’d expected, her ankle wobbled, and her foot slipped off the curb and into a puddle.
As I’d been about to take a sip of my coffee, I only managed to spray myself in the face.
I set the cup on the hood of my truck and went to help her up.
“You okay there?”
She was a little more refined than the women around here.
Her features were elegant, and she held herself with an air that exuded sophistication.
I offered my hand, but she waved me off and stood on her own.
She pulled off one of the gloves from her hands and inspected it while she spoke.
“I’m fine,” she said, her voice a little colder than the wind.
“I just wasn’t expecting the water to be that deep.”
I looked at the puddle, which was no more than an inch deep, and back at her.
She had a slight accent on the last word, but only on that one word.
It had been almost ten years since I’d stepped foot in France, but I recognized it immediately.
“What brings you to Oceanview Harbor?
You don’t seem like you’re from around here.” I grabbed my coffee and took a long pull from it.
Her features softened a bit, and she gave me a small smile.
“Thanks.” She took a deep breath and exhaled heavily, glancing around at the town behind me.
“I’m not sure what brings me here yet.”
“Are you lost?”
She looked back at me with an amused look in her eyes and shook her head.
“No.” She stepped around me, giving me another glimpse of her face as she walked past me to her car.
I turned in time to see a look of determination cross her features before she climbed into the driver’s seat of her car and shut the door.
I watched her car drive away and shook my head, wondering who she was and what brought her to our little harbor town.
I couldn’t get her out of my mind, so I tried to shake it away by focusing on work.
“Whatcha got there?”
I poured coffee into a travel mug while Liam loaded a box onto a hand cart.
He’d gone to pick up our morning coffee supply from the café in town while I took care of some paperwork.
“Where are my croissants?”
He asked with a smirk.
“Don’t make me regret letting you go get coffee today.”
Liam Thompson had been my best friend since before we could walk and my business partner for most of my life.
He was also my brother.
We shared everything, including our love lives and business.
If I was going to have to hear about his latest hookup for the next week, he was going to have to hear about my new interest.
A small smile crossed my lips as I thought about her again.
I took another sip of my coffee and shook my head.
“You know what I like better than croissants,” I said with a laugh.
He held up his hands in defense and shrugged.
“Oh I know what you like better.I just like to give you shit about it.”
Sawyer , a distillery owner in a quaint Alaskan village
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