Kagome stomped in hours later, heels kicking violently off her feet to land by the door. The purse flung haphazardly on the couch, as she landed with it a moment later, arms up in defeat.
Rising from his work at the kitchen table, Sesshomaru walked over to the pile of misery. "I presume your date did not go as expected?"
She glared at him, pointing to the large stain all over the front of her dress.
"I'll make you some tea," he offered before walking back into the kitchen.
The corners of her mouth lifted, and so did her spirit.
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Posted: April 12, 2020