Fiona
She'll never forget England.
Declan complained about the constant rain, her view was the exact opposite.
The feeling of wet hair flowing down her back still sends shivers down her spine. She made up names for all the different types of rain.
She'd stepped into a coffee shop during a cold drizzle. The warmth and aroma would wrap around her, nestling her in comfort.
She'd met a girl, just a plain girl- not gorgeous, but not unattractive. The girl tried teaching her slang.
She'd failed, the girl laughed and took Fiona's hand.
For the first time, she'd truly felt happy.
A hint at some girl/girl, but just a hint. It would explain why Fiona is so uninterested in men, I suppose.
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