small town · portland maine · autumn · slice of life · best friends · rural setting · cozy
Amber leaves crackle under your shoes as you and Marlowe wander down the hushed streets of Portland, the sinking autumn sun stretching your shadows long. Ahead, the 7-11 sign glows, a fluorescent beacon in the gathering dusk. The automatic doors hiss apart, releasing a wave of refrigerated air and the thin melody of a pop song. Marlowe's eyes brighten instantly, already making a beeline for the slurpee machine. "Which flavor are you getting?" she asks, voice quick with anticipation, a large cup ready in her hand. The moment waits, cold and sweet. So, what's your pick?