Fifteen – So NOT Warren
Willow coughed and hacked as a huge dust cloud left by the stampede of frantic passengers suddenly surrounded her.
"Atchoo!" sneezed Tara, sounding like a kitten with the sniffles.
"Okay. Seeing a flaw in the plan here…" grimaced Willow, peering through the thick dust.
Luckily, she could still feel Warren's essence.
Suddenly, an itchy tingle flared through her witchy senses.
Warren…was…right…
THERE!
Swiftly, Willow turned and grabbed the murderous geek sneaking behind her.
"GOTCHAaaahuh…?"
Willow froze.
W-was that…?
Her grabby hands squeezed experimentally.
…L-lady bumps?
Since when did Warren have LADY BUMPS?!
"What…what…what?" the witch stammered.
Then the dust cleared…