Sophie Turner | Interview Magazine
WHOOP HERE IT IS.
[I already asked Maddy if I could split this up into chunks instead of one big fic, so this is part 1 of … more.]
The shop next to Night’s Watch stood empty for over a year before Jon heard that it had finally been leased. The information went in one ear and out the other, busy as he’d been with crunching numbers and trying to find a spare two grand for a fancy new espresso machine. Normally, Jon would have scoffed at the idea of bleeding that kind of money into something that really should just grind beans, pump water, and dispense steam. But – even Val started to complain at how much she’d been banging on their old one when it stuttered to a halt (“Old Bear,” they called it) and Pyp had only half-joked that he was going to start charging an independent contracting fee if Jon kept having him put his high-school shop skills to work on the interior wiring.
So the girl in front of him arched a brow at the sharpness in his voice when he crossed his arms and asked her to repeat herself.
“The patio furniture.” She tossed her head at the door that led to the outside, black hair swinging around her chin. “You need to move it. It’s in the way of the guys here to do contracting work. And it’s technically not supposed to be there in the first place.”
*SCREECHES* Thank you so much! Gurrrrl I’m dying, this is too good!!!
Rolando Santana RTW Spring 2015
J.W. Anderson SS 15