Mr. Gold/Lacey French, Rated Teen
[AO3]
Summary:
Lacey visits Gold at his shop, and a conversation takes an unexpected turn.
Note:
So this part is a bit of a departure from the previous ones, but it’s necessary to move these two idiots forward. It’s also a lot longer than the other parts. I hope you’ll bear with me.
Lacey tossed the shirt over her shoulder, somewhere in the direction of her bed, and frowned.
The black skirt was her favorite, but it felt too dressy, and with the heat wave that started yesterday, it was also far too warm. The pleated floral skirt was flirtier and made of a cooler material, but it made her feel like she should be going to Easter brunch. She huffed and leaned into the closet, digging in the back for her other suitcase, the one she hadn’t unpacked yet, despite being back in town almost six months. She was pretty sure there were some more summer clothes in there.
Lacey didn’t really know why she was putting so much effort into her outfit. All she planned to do was see about getting one of the tires replaced on her car and maybe stop by Gold’s shop.
Okay, so she did know.