Eva Perez Candy Scott _top_ -

Together, they ran the last honest-to-god penny candy shop in the county.

“Partners?” Candy asked.

Eva tore the taffy in two. The snap echoed like a starting pistol. eva perez candy scott

Candy Scott was the mess. She’d blow in with a roar of a motorcycle engine, tracked in rain and red dirt from the quarry road. Her namesake wasn’t sweetness; it was the hard crack of a rock lollipop against a back tooth. Together, they ran the last honest-to-god penny candy