Mystery Box


I got home from barista school (yeah, it’s a thing!) today and there was a mystery box from Rachel on the doorstep. Fëanor was stoked. I mean, I was stoked. It was full of makeup because that’s how we do.

Good lord, woman, this is like the entire contents of my makeup drawer! And the cycle continues… There’s a box coming with your name on it, ho. I have to make room!