“Five more minutes. . . Please Wes”
"F*ck" I whisper, head tilting to the sky as I quietly ask the goddess what I did to deserve this torture.
"Mish" I prompt moving closer to allow her to hear my whisper, "We gotta go. If we don't leave soon we'll be late for the meeting at Red moon".
"Mmmmm" Mish mumbles "Red moon.... I remember. Trade agreement. A**holes are trying to undersell. I dislike them already".
"Me too" I scoff through a smile.
Mish's eyes slit open as she whispers "how long till we need to leave?".
"Ten minutes..." I reply, Mish's eyes going wide as I continue "less if we abide by your five minutes early is on time rule".
Mish looks at me suspiciously as she slowly asks "Ten minutes, as in actually ten minutes or ten minutes, as in you're telling me ten minutes to get m
