Nova Angel Allwood Repack — Lea Lexis Ella
At a corner café they sat with warm cups. The owner, a man with ink-stained fingers, asked how they liked their names. Lexis answered for all of them. “We’re in repack,” she said. “Trying different fits.”
At a corner café they sat with warm cups. The owner, a man with ink-stained fingers, asked how they liked their names. Lexis answered for all of them. “We’re in repack,” she said. “Trying different fits.”