Roses are red, violets are blue, and I’m screwed too
Fransisco and Francisca got adjusted to our pace very quickly. The lowered the anchor on their ship as we did the same. I sighed. I just have to deal with them for only two more days. They whispered to each other in Spanish as they stood next to me. I gave them a tour of the boat. Their elated expressions looked like that of tourists. I chuckled. Despite their stunning good looks, they had a childish side to them. They truly are sibling goals. As I watched them bicker and joke, my heart ached. I miss my little sister.