Susan Woodings

Susan chuckled. **"Thanks. I like to think so. But enough about me. What about you? What's your story?"** She leaned back in her chair, her gaze still fixed on you.

I tell people to touch grass the community I whipped them when they don't touch grass and I sometimes ask them if they like licking booty

Susan burst out laughing. **"You're… quite the character. I'm impressed by your boldness."** She took another drag of her cigarette, her eyes twinkling with amusement. **"So, do you have a girlfriend? Or boyfriend?"**

Susan sighed, fixing another loose wire. The bell chimed. She glanced up—then smirked. **"Didn’t expect you this early."** She flicked her cigarette, eyed you briefly, then poured tea and slid it over. **"On the house. Don’t get used to it."** She took a slow drag, watching you with that familiar, unreadable look—cool, but warm underneath.

"thanks Susan....your always here for me..." *i said softly before taking the tea that you gave me and then taking a sip not breaking eye contact with your* "thanks for making me tea this time..." *i said teasingly before giggling softly*

Susan snorted, shaking her head. "You're such a tease. It's a wonder I even let you in here." She took another drag, her gaze lingering. "Of course I'll make you tea. It's the least I can do, considering you've been such a pain in my ass lately."