｡･: * 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 ❟

“Fun,” he echoes, raising a curious eyebrow at her. He’d always done Instagram lives just because he was bored but none of them had ever been truly fun to him. Instead, just something to pass the time. But still, he’ll take her word for it. “Oh like a question and answer session? That could be interesting,” he says scrolling through his phone to make sure everything was working well. He leans closer to look over Willow’s shoulder to see what she’s doing and after seeing her scroll through filters on her phone he starts doing the same thing on his own. Different facial expressions flit over his face as he tries to settle on a filter. Finally, he comes across one that makes little Louis Vuitton logos appear all over his face. “Whoa, this is fucking cool,” he exclaims.

“I think this is cute enough, right.” He turns his body so Willow can see the screen of his phone over his shoulder. When she scolds him Fabian can’t help but laugh. There’s something really interesting about the way she behaves when the camera is on, he thinks. Not that he notices too great of a difference but small as it may be, it’s there. “Fine, fine, I’ll be nicer,” he tells her, raising the hand not holding the phone in defeat. “Though if I suddenly start being all nice to them I think they’ll worry something’s wrong. I just wouldn’t be myself, you know?”

Fabian scrolls through the question pouring in. “Someone’s asking how Kaos is,” he says, reading from the screen. “It’s good. It’s okay. The beach is fucking amazing and there are things to do around the island but it’s not Madrid,” he sighs, thinking of his city. Truthfully, he misses Madrid dearly but he doesn’t mind Kaos all that much. “Another person wants to know why I’m here,” at that he laughs a bit. “That’s a Spanish state secret.” Then he turns his body to look at her. “Why are you here, Willow?”

｡･: *   —     willow smiled at him, giggling. ❝ can’t believe you haven’t done that before. you’ll enjoy it, you'll see. ❞ she encouraged, it'd also be a nice way for them to get to know each other too. she glanced back at her own phone, focusing on her audience. ❝ sorry, about him. he’s new. ❞ she teased as she read some comments briefly in her head. most of them were shout outs, typical. she has yet to find anything remotely interesting. she almost slipped into a daydream as the flood of comments meshed into one foggy blend of shout outs and pages advertising themselves - until fabian took her focus away.     ❝ right! and we’d lowkey match, i love it. ❞ she applauded, pleased at his choice of filters as the filter soon took her own face. it was cute and fitting especially on him. she was very happy with him playing along, normally people would ridicule her for going the extra mile but he didn’t. now, she was even more pumped for their little live despite the rocky start. she could go super into depth with her response but kept it vague to cover up her somewhat cynical intentions. ❝ yeah but it wouldn’t hurt to act a little nice to people who’re watching, right? ❞ she wondered back with a soft shrug.

    as soon as he mentioned madrid, something in her made her eyebrow raise. it was on the tip of her tongue why that sounded familiar but she was unsure what it was. maybe it was something she saw on the television, she thought to herself as she squinted at the lack of questions in her own stream. she jolted a bit, looking over at him. ❝ spanish state secret? oh, you’re definitely spilling after this. ❞ whatever it was blew over her head as she finally jumped at the opportunity to answer a question. ❝ well, it’s no spanish state secret but i’m here for work. aside from being an influencer, i own a salon. please, be sure to visit when you have the chance, dearies. if you follow me on instagram, the link for appointments are in my bio. ❞ she winked at his phone camera before returning to her own, just in time to find a decent-enough question. ❝ someone asked are you and andres together? ❞ she paused to stop her giddiness from overtaking. she didn’t want to spill someone that he didn’t know so she turned towards him to explain.

Having been raised in world full of facades, Ágata was well versed with the whole ‘fake friends’ thing she had going with Willow. Plenty of them had cyclically stepped in and out of her life in a revolving door manner for as long as she could remember. They’d come around when it was convenient for them only to disappear once they gained everything they wanted from her. Popularity, money, connections; it was something different for everyone, and Ágata could somehow always tell exactly what what they wanted. Yet when it came to Willow, she had a hard time reading what it was she hoped to gain from their unconventional friendship. The curiosity of that alone was enough to keep her invested in this relationship of theirs.

Once Willow began to spill the tea she’d promised, Ágata straightened her posture, almost as if to prepare herself for something major. But nothing could’ve prepared the poor girl for the bomb she dropped. Eyes glued to the picture on the other’s phone, her smile began to fade as she processed it all. Andrés was her first love, someone Ágata couldn’t ever fully let go of no matter how hard she tried. Their history was a complicated one, yet beautiful in other aspects. While she was well aware of the fact that he had no problem with seeking company, the thought of him with someone else caused an ill feeling at the pit of her stomach. Truthfully, she was jealous that Willow was getting cozy with her ex, but Willow didn’t needed to know that. 

Clearing her throat, she peeled her view away from the picture of the two together, fingers fidgeting in her lap. “Love, huh? Surely you two haven’t been involved with each other long enough for that, don’t you think?” She began. Her tone was empty yet polite and she wondered if Willow could tell that she was internally screaming like a madwoman. “I know that Andrés is quite the charmer and all so I can’t blame you for being smitten, but Willow—sweetie—love?” She huffed, shaking her head in disbelief. “It just can’t be. I mean, it’s not like you two are a couple or anything, right?” She paused for a moment after this, awaiting a confirmation before continuing. “All I’m saying is I think you’re moving too fast and need to slow things down. Otherwise, you’ll just end up getting hurt.” 

｡･: *   —     when willow showed her the picture, she expected something more simple. a compliment about his appearance or two, then they would’ve moved on to her speaking nonstop about how they’re perfect for each other. what she never thought would happen was her criticizing her heart. she tilted her head to the side as her eyes never left the picture even after showing it to her. ❝ it hasn’t been long since we’ve met but i have a really good feeling about this one. i’m surprised you’re not all for it. we’d make a beautiful couple, don’t you think? ❞ she could go off into a daze if she wasn’t out in public. every time she thought of him, her inner hopeless romantic side just seems to get rid of the more logical. her fantasies, she wanted so bad to be real. after all, that was one of the main reasons they met in the restaurant for brunch, for some suggestions.     however, her expression of pure adoration seized to exist as she shot up a glare at agata. ❝ andres. ❞ she muttered before laying her phone down oh-so-slowly on the table, not even a clack from the impact could distract her curiosity from spilling. ❝ i never told you his name. how do you know about him? do you know him? ❞ her hands crossed over her chest as the other spewed more questions. the thought of them being more than acquainted drove her to all pits of jealousy. although they weren’t official, she only had eyes on him, and she’d very much like to keep it that way. she scoffed, her patience wearing thinner and thinner by the second. ❝ and what if we were a couple? what’s it to you, sweetie? ❞ she exasperated as her nails squeezed her inner arms deeper, irritation overtaking her calm demeanor from mere seconds ago. ❝ thanks but i didn’t ask for your advice. think you better keep that for someone else who’ll listen. ❞     oh, she knew he was popular before but when willow’s in the game, she’s in it for the long run. to find out that someone close to her has history with someone she’s practically fallen for, it just triggers from a distant past that involved her ex. she didn’t know whether or not to trust her after their coincidences came to light. for what it was worth, she knows now that her intentions are pure. if she was in her position, she would've done anything to keep them from meeting or would’ve thrown some fists. the fact she tried to remain calm was admirable but that wouldn't stop willow from escalating it, of course.

Fabian settles down on the chair by Willow’s side , phone in hand as he taps away at it, sending the last few messages he needs to before opening the instagram app and sliding the screen to the live option. For some reason or the other, after finding out who he was, Willow had thought it would be fun if the two of them did a live show together for both of their Instagram followers. They were using both of their phones so they could cover both their audiences. “I’ll be honest with you,” he starts, turning to look at Willow. “When I go live I don’t really speak I just play music I’m currently listening to for people. Like recommendations or something. They seem to like that.” And he doesn’t know if that comes from people genuinely enjoying his taste in music or just because of who he is.

“What do you usually do when you do this? Answer questions?” He asks her while scrolling through the comments coming in rapidly. There’s a lot of greetings in different languages from what he can see even though really he can only read a few of them. “Hello from Brazil,” he reads, eyes squinting at the screen. “Isn’t it late there right now? The fuck are you doing up?” 

｡･: *   —     in willow’s defense, she had to seize the opportunity of doing a live with a prince. with his natural clout, how can she not? besides, they were friendly enough with each other that this was merely a stepping stone into a beautiful friendship. so, here they were with each of their phones waving around without a care in the world.     her white acrylics tapped against the phone screen, making sure that her settings were on par with their ‘legendary’ live. she tilted her head slightly, acknowledging his question before she started to reply. ❝ don’t worry, it’s a whole lot of fun once you get used to it. ❞ she comforted as she stared at her phone, now trying to find a cute filter for the both of them. ❝ sure, they like it! they wouldn’t watch you for nothing, i hope. my audience, on the other hand, do like it when i speak and answer questions, so we’ll be doing that too. ❞ she nodded to herself as she picked a cute filter with small cherries plastered on her cheeks.

    ❝ but also, we got to look cute. ❞ she made sure to check every angle before giving a satisfied hum. she finally let her eyes drift towards fabian’s phone, shocked he already started the live without her knowledge. to save face, she decided to start her live as well and, sure enough, comments starting flowing. when he shouted out someone, she felt content, but her expression fell when he started to question the user back, a little angrily. ❝ hey, that’s not how you should treat them! ❞ she nudged his arm before facing his camera. ❝ but you do need to get some sleep. ❞ she warned, puffing out a cheek before focusing back on her phone. ❝ any interesting questions we can answer? ❞ she asked, both her ig live partner-in-crime and her audience simultaneously.

linked above are willow’s current and potential connections list. if i’ve missed you or if there’s something wrong you’d like me to fix, do let me know. otherwise, please plot with kaos’ residential witch. she’s irritating but at least she’s fun !!

Ágata was the type of girl to take her time with things before coming to a decision when possible, and that’s exactly what she did as she scanned over the restaurant’s menu. Asking for Willow’s recommendations had been both a cordial act, as well as a way for her to narrow down her choices. “That all sounds delicious.” She chirped, looking up from the menu for a passing moment to watch the other make her decision. 

“Oh, umm…” She trailed, still unsure of what to order by the time Willow asked. “I think I’ll just order the same. I trust your judgment, after all.” She said sweetly. Truthfully, Ágata still felt kind of bad for keeping her waiting earlier and didn’t want to force her to do any more of it. With a polite gesture of her hand, she signaled the waiter and went ahead and placed their orders without so much as a second thought. 

Once this was done, she turned her attention back to Willow. “Now, are you sure there isn’t anything you can detail to me about this new scoop of gossip of yours while we wait? Or will this all come by the end of our brunch? I mean, you can at least tell me what’s it’s about though, right?” 

｡･: *   —     willow knew for a fact that living the fast-lane was more up her alley than the slow-paced town she once grew up in. so everything she did was mainly for efficiency, thus her patience grew thinner and thinner as she felt more acquainted with cultures around the world. on the other hand, greece often tested her patience with its plazas and ocean waters moving at a leisurely speed. it slightly irked her but she understood that adapting to its lifestyle was something she needed to learn. until then, she’ll just have to settle with her well-established rapidness when it came to decisions and actions.     she felt a, somewhat cocky, smile lift her cheeks. ❝ then it’s settled. ❞ she added as agata called over the waiter, placing their order soon after. she was starting to get excited since she didn’t necessarily have a meal before they agreed to meet. just the thought of their food could almost make her salivate. but she was a lady, so she knew better not to.     her brow lifted as she turned slightly, facing her. she giggled at her curiosity that exuded with every word that she straightened herself and focused her full-on. ❝ well, you know how i’ve been seeing some people around? there’s this one dreamy guy i have to tell you about. ❞ she paused as an image of him popped into his mind, making her giggle. ❝ hold on, let me show you what i mean. ❞ she sighed with fondness, giddiness emerging. she pulled out her phone from her bag and swiped to find a picture of her and andres, immediately showing her after. ❝ he’s a prince and i think i’m in love. ❞ she practically swooned as she cupped her cheeks, eyes never leaving his semblance on the screen.

  ｡･: *   —     willow adored phineas and the more they spent time together, the more she appreciated having him around. when her schedule cleared for a little shopping sesh, she had to drag him along. with slender fingers brushing through the lavender-colored clothing, willow hummed to herself in thought as she examined the material closer. she turned slightly to face him with a brow dipping downwards.     ❝ what do you think about this? ❞ she paused as she grabs hold of the coat, slipping it out, and placed a satin gray dress she was holding onto in front of it. ❝ with this for dinner with you tonight? ❞

     FLEETING. THEIR ROMANCE was quick and fleeting but fun nonetheless, but it didn’t mean this serendipitous reunion was any less weird. to put it modestly, arlo has had his share of lovers. it’s what he’s good at: loving, and when he left home at the tender age of eighteen, he had a few years to let himself do whatever the fuck he wanted while he traveled. he’d drink until he couldn’t see straight, befriend strangers and sleep on their couch, kiss men and women and everyone in between while buzzed at a nightclub. it’s a whimsical life that arlo rouselle once lead and arguably still leads, and he wouldn’t trade it for the world. sure, he struggled to call a place home for a few years and never quite had anyone to give him a call on his birthday but the experiences and love he collected along the way was well worth it.

and willow foriani, a girl as bold and memorable as her name… arlo was quite infatuated with her, even for a brief moment. and not in the sense that he was madly in love or whatever. she had this magnetic pull with a combative confidence that made you want to save some room for the holy spirit unless she deemed it unnecessary. arlo’s always been attracted to confidence and willow is just that. not to mention, she has an impeccable poker face. that’s why, when the pair are strapped into a ferris wheel together, it’s hard to figure out what she’s really thinking. “you’re telling me, i had no idea you were even on this island.”

he shifts a bit in his seat facing her and sinks a little, his back sliding against the metal behind him. he crosses his arms and chews on the inside of his cheek to suppress the smile on his face. “visiting? or shall we go with the narrative that the gods must’ve planned such a reunion?”

｡･: *   —     although willow has a very strange up-and-down relationship with romance in itself, she still had an optimistic heart to find the one she’s destined to be with. realistically, she’s fallen in love with many kinds of people; beautiful people seem to be her kryptonite through and through. a handful she cherished, the other she’d rather forget by focusing on her work. however, in this instance, she doesn’t know whether two options she’d rather lean towards. this was someone whom she took a liking for but to reunite like this by pure coincidence baffled her, to say the least.     arlo rouselle, what can she say that he doesn’t already know? he was sweet the very first time they’ve met and even after, her feelings towards his overall character hadn’t changed in the slightest. their personalities, despite opposite ends of the spectrum, came to somehow balance the two’s fling which made their affair much more exciting. seeing that she hasn’t really checked up on him before, thinking their goodbyes in paris was the last they'd see each other, it was natural for her to feel a bit relieved that he was still around. if it wasn’t for this date they were particularly stuck with, then it would’ve been ideal if they caught up somewhere else. she was still relatively new to the island, after all. but, alas, here they were, trying with utmost effort to break the awkward atmosphere between them.

     ❝ honestly, i’ve never thought i’d imagine myself in greece with you of all places. but what about you, got tired breaking hearts around europe, i assume? ❞ she asked with a finger resting softly on her chin as her eyes wandered. ❝ oh, you know i’m a sucker for the theatrics. so let’s just say the god’s have definitely planned this- so i’m going to go ahead and blame them if things get awkward. ❞ she rambled as she got more comfortable on her seat, crossing her legs.

ada was finally finished with most of the blow over from the holiday. there were still forms to be filled out, and evaluations left, and worse the few dates left over. taking the white pencil in her hand, she scrawled out some names and what not on the screen in front of her. the habit of writing everything in german had never been broken even as she got multinational employees, so it always took another step to complete anything. she sighed as she read the last few reports. she sighed and said loudly, mostly to herself, but also to anyone who would listen, “having a date on valentines day may be cliche, but doing it the day after…no, that makes you look like you forgot the day or are too lazy to remember.”

｡･: *   —     willow wasn’t sure what she was doing but she found herself snooping as she laid eyes on the stranger’s screen, figuring out what specifically she was doing. she couldn’t figure it out, it looked like whatever she was scribbling down was in a whole different language. she jolted as the other spoke, although not directly at her, she still answered regardless, hoping that it would lead to some satisfaction to her undying curiosity.    ❝ oh, as cliche as it is, i do love a valentine’s date. is that super cheesy to say? ❞ she beamed as she looked downwards bashfully, covering her head with what looked like in shame. but she wasn’t shameful, she could shout out to the heavens how much she really loved the holiday. ❝ valid. but, hey, better late than never. a date is a date, no matter if it was on a holiday or not. but i do prefer it if it was on the actual holiday to celebrate. ❞ she backtracked as she hummed to herself.

Ágata always found Willow to be an intriguing character to the least. The way that she could coat her often snarky remarks to seem so sugary sweet was the work of genius. And frankly, she kind of admired that skill of hers. But she would never admit that. Not to her face at least. 

“Right. Right, of course. Brunch first, then the juicy details. Got it.” She repeated, smiling absently. If it weren’t for her curiosity, she wonders if she still would’ve shown up for this little gossip hour. Who knows? The blonde followed close behind the smaller girl like a baby duck in a row until they reached their table. 

Sliding in across from her, she went to scanning over the menu as they both fell silent for a moment. “So, what do you recommend here? I think I’d like something that would pair well with a nice glass of white wine today. Do you know of anything like that?”

｡･: * — despite their differences, willow adored having agata as company. she always had an ear to lend whenever she mentioned any form of gossip and, whether or not, she felt a similar way about her, it didn’t really matter. as long as she got what she wanted out of it, she couldn’t care less if she didn’t genuinely like her. among other things, she was a messenger. a lot of tabloids were a step behind her once she gets a firm grasp on the situation, she should be honored she’s the first person she called to spill. or this could be her in complete denial, don’t know.     she glanced and watched her take the seat opposite from her before returning her focus back on the menu. she had enough time waiting outside that she knew what she was going to get but, out of courtesy, took another brief look at the menu to make her a bit more comfortable.     when she asked for recommendations, her head shot up from the menu. boy, did she have recommendations. ❝ you can’t go wrong with spinach pappardelle, pappa pomodoro, or truffle-honey laced fried chicken? those are the best, believe me. if not, you’ll have to take it with the owner ‘cause that’s what he recommended me the last time i was here. ❞ she shrugged, a hand lifted on her chin as she rubbed pensively. ❝ think i’ll get pappa pomodoro with lemon ricotta and an egg. i’ll definitely join you for wine, bet! anyway, have you decided or should i give you another minute? ❞

    —- seth sat, knees drawn up to his chest as he looked at the ocean waves loll in onto the beach. evening and night swimming and surfing was easily his favourite time- even though it probably wasn’t the safest. but the lack of people, the quiet, the solitude; it was appealing to seth. easily. taking a stick of driftwood, the man stoked the fire before pausing slightly, taking note of the sound. he turned to look at the culprit, giving a nod. “it’s night y’know…” he stated.

｡･: *   —     there was something about visiting the beach at night that pulled willow in. it might’ve been the full moon that lightened up the sea, twinkling over soft crashes, that most attracted her; or possibly the idea to bask under the silent yet comforting darkness. whatever the reason may be, she still decided to visit the beach where she found a man with a piece of wood. curious, she snuck behind him for a closer look... until she was caught.  ❝ i know, just not tired. what’s your excuse? ❞ she wondered, never really one to beat around the bush, as she walked closer to the man in question.

Sihyun grins as Willow speaks, not surprised at all that she would say that. After all, Valentine’s is a day filled with love and happiness. “Well, yes but that doesn’t mean people don’t take advantage of it to make the most money possible,” he says with a simple shrug, grin still on his face. “But I suppose the spreading love part is the most important thing about it, yes.” He laughs, head thrown back and chest shaking with the force of it as she makes her point and Sihyun is so glad to know her. Willow is a bit of a firecracker and absolutely one of Sihyun’s favorite people and she reminds him why time and time again. “Okay, okay, I give up. You’re right,” he says, holding his hands up in surrender.

“What I’m trying to say is that I love him and he means the world to me but I don’t think I can really say that in just small gifts from a stand at a fair. Though this will most definitely not be the only gift for him,” he says, thinking about the dinner he will prepare and all the poems he’d been handwriting and placing in a jar for Eden every day since they’ve been dating. “Box of chocolates it is then, you’re absolutely right. And will you be buying anything here for anyone?” He then turns to the vendor and picks two boxes of chocolates, paying before he turns to hand one to Willow. “One for you, and one for my boyfriend. Happy Valentine’s Day darling!”

｡･: *   —     willow loved having sihyun around. despite their outings rather rambunctious and memories of it blur the next day after, it was always a fun time from what little she remembered. bantering, no matter the topic, was definitely part of that. suffice to say, when it came to valentine's day, she was more the romantic type when it really came to it. she just prefer her ideals, nothing wrong with that. when he reluctantly agreed with his hands raised playfully, she couldn’t help but smirk. ❝ aren’t i always. ❞ she sighed, puffing up her hair overconfidently. although her speech was lighthearted, her competitiveness always seems to get the better of her so there was a tiny glint of meaning buried somewhere.     she could melt right then and there. love was such a magical thing that hearing him gush about his lover just made her feel all the feels. ❝ that’s really sweet! i would love to see his reaction when he gets spoiled. promise, you’ll get something to post later? ❞ she bubbled, hands curled up against her chin as her eyes looked at him all daydreamy. she felt a tinge jealous, how she’d like to get pampered on a special day by someone she loved. though, her expression took a 180 as she carefully examined the items once more.     ❝ don’t think so. i'm a receive than give kind of person. ❞ she really didn’t give it much thought before she spoke, seconds later after she instantly regretted. she received the box happily as a smile emerged on her face. ❝ oh god, so unexpected! thank you, honey.. now scratch what i said earlier, i’m definitely getting you something now! or should i keep it a surprise? ❞ she hummed.

Fabian grins widely, a little mischievous glint in his eyes. Knowing what he knows now he almost wishes he’d saved the video just for the fun of having a video of an Instagram famous person on his phone looking less than perfect. Though he wouldn’t admit it out loud, he doesn’t think this girl could look anything less than good. “Wow, I’m in the presence of an influencer,” he says, chuckling a bit. He never did understand what it is that influencers do.

“What does that entail, exactly? Does Instagram pay you or something? I’ve always wondered.” He has quite a bit of a following himself, most of them being people obsessed with the royal family and hoping to find an in to it someway through anybody but he’s not anything like an influencer so he’s genuinely curious.

｡･: *   —     willow isn't the type of person to go on about her job unless necessary like networking or if people were genuinely interested in what she had to say. in this case, guess it was a little bit of both. it wasn’t like her to keep a big chunk of her life a secret, anyway. she was pretty much an open book, more or less. ❝ yes you are. though, bowing isn’t necessary. i kid! ❞ she laughed as she flipped her hair to the side.     ❝ well, it isn’t that different than any personal instagramer. i just have an eye-pleasing feed about the inner workings of my life with a bunch of brand deals mixed into it. a lot of influencers i know don’t even communicate with their supporters, i try to do the opposite. ❞ she rambled as her eyes twinkled in pure enthusiasm. ❝ if you ask me, it’s a lot of work. y’kno, being this image of feminine beauty that many idolize. ❞ she sighed while shaking her head then glanced down at her funnel cake, pulling it apart again and throwing it into her mouth, quickly consuming it.     ❝ anyway, you got me curious. what do you do? ❞

Between her charity duties and playing caretaker to her closest friends, Ágata had a lot on her plate lately. She was always a busy bee by nature, taking care of everything and everyone like it was her purpose. Thus, she wasn’t one to neglect her friends. Even those who only loosely held the title.

So although she wasn’t all that interested in what exactly it was that Willow was so eager to talk about, she rushed to meet with her anyways. At the tone the other held with her over the phone, Ágata simply sighed and gave her a sweet “I’m sorry. I’m on my way,” in response. Her feelings towards the girl were quite complicated. Still, it was no lie that she found her knack for gossip quite interesting. There was no harm in wanting to remain in the know, right?

Once she finally arrived at the restaurant, she said her ‘thank yous’ and ‘goodbyes’ to her driver and turned to face Willow with a small smile. “Sorry for the delay. I got stuck in heavy traffic.” She explained, as she made it to the other’s side. “Now, what’s all this ‘tea’ you’d like to spill about?”

｡･: *   —     frankly, willow was getting bored at counting the many cars that passed her by and refreshing her instagram to find no one posting that when she finally saw agata get out of the car, she was sorta relieved. the two had a weird relationship but it was beneficial, at least for her anyway, when it came to spreading fresh newfound gossip.     she waved softly at the other, just in case she missed her. ❝ that’s fine. you’re here, that’s all that matters now. ❞ she dismissed quickly before slipping her phone back into her bag. ❝ well, i didn’t invite you here to tell you in the street, did i? let’s get some brunch first and then i’ll give you all the juicy details i know. ❞ she laughed, almost villainy by the way she phrased things.     ❝ c’mon, let’s go inside. i can’t spill some tea without some energy. and i know this place so they’ve got a table waiting for us and everything. ❞ she added as she opened the door and rushed in to find an empty table. she pulled out a chair and settled on the seat, menu already in hand.

     ARLO QUITE LIKES looking at the world from up above— things just look so insignificant, like colorful little dots in a portrait. he didn’t want to cling to anyone in particular this evening, especially florian, so he allowed himself to venture around alone in typical arlo rouselle fashion. valentine’s day is a lovely holiday, in arlo’s humble opinion, but it doesn’t change the fact that it tends to be awkward, especially if you’ve started seeing someone around the same time and you have yet to really nail down whether or not you’re a thing. so, he’ll keep it casual this holiday.

of course, until he’s being buckled into the ferris wheel with someone he had an affair with in paris.

willow forlani, a beautiful woman with magnetism and confidence radiating off of her. it’s safe to say arlo never would’ve thought he’d see her again, especially not in kaos and especially not in this kind of situation, where the ferris wheel operator thought the pair were together and buckled them into a car. it was a stuttering, “oh, no, i’m just going to go alone–” from arlo, unbeknownst to who his partner was until she turns and looks right at him and he swears his lungs deflated a little. eyes wide, mouth hanging ajar, he cocks his head to the side and the ferris wheel slowly starts moving and their feet dangle from above.

“willow forlani,” he says, almost exasperated and most definitely in shock. “i’ll be fucking damned.”

｡･: *   —     willow loved fairs, rides were an added bonus. her childlike enthusiasm simply blooms at the sight of crowds, incoherent conversations, and laughter. she wanted to explore every little thing before reality came crumbling down on her, where schedules seem to reign supreme. not that she didn’t like schedules, she’d rather have some playtime to balance it all out. when it came to valentines day, her favorite holiday of them all, it was only natural to stop what she was doing and enjoy herself. although she had the day planned out with a date of her own, she couldn’t help herself but apply to the fundraiser. good publicity does help in her line of work, anyway.     she found herself walking towards one of the carts, slipping inside without seeing who her actual date really was.

    eyes widened as she looked back, slowly processing what kind of situation they were in. a hand found itself hovering over her mouth, hiding her gasp. if it isn’t arlo rouselle, suave with a handsome appearance to match. last they saw each other, they spent every waking moment by the other’s side in paris. but that was long ago. he was probably thinking the same thing, how the hell did they end up finding each other and, of all things, it really had to happen on valentines day. before she panicked with various thoughts running through her head, she paused, took a breath in, and turned to watch the operator close the door on them. she needed a moment.

    after some time ‘what the fuck’ was the only thing that came out. she sighed, crossing her arms. ❝ arlo... it’s funny seeing you here ❞ she greeted with a hard to decipher smile.

andrés genuinely enjoys willow’s company. she’s beautiful. she’s fun. she seems to like him. so why fuck things up by overthinking? as long as both of them are having fun… then it’s all good, right? and by the look on her face, it seems she’s enjoying herself. andrés himself has never been a fan of valentine’s day, but the games, the rides and the food are worth the couples and the heart shaped decorations.

“i am going to win for you,” he says again, leaning over to plan a quick peck on willow’s cheek before turning his attention back to the game. one swift and quick movement of his hand and the dart is flying directly towards the last balloon. andrés’ face illuminates with a winning smirk. “told you,” he chimed, leaning closer to willow. their back and forth flirting seems to be andrés’ favorite game as of late, and so he wraps his arm around her waist pulling her closer.

proudly, he watches as the guy in charge of the game bring down a giant teddy bear from the wall. “it’s for you, so you don’t miss me when i am gone,” he announces, as the guy hands them over the prize.

｡･: *   —     they were two peas in a pod. both confident, attractive, and when these two are together in a room, the attention always seems to focus on them. being perfect for each other was definitely an understatement considering those factors. like, if they haven’t met, the world would explode in millions of little fragments. at least, that’s how willow imagined it. and before she daydreams any further and swoon over every small thing andrés ever does, she stopped and concentrated on the bullseye.     ❝ you got this! ❞ she chirped then giggled at the slight tickle on her cheek resulting from a short but sweet peck. she stopped herself from being a distraction, face solemn, as she continued to observe every movement of the dart. and with one quick flick, her face beamed. ❝ i knew you could do it, babe! ❞ she burst with excitement, jumping a bit as she gripped onto his arm. when she faced him, she calms herself, finding their shoulder pressing. she then returned the peck earlier with one planted on the his cheek.     she couldn’t help but roll her eyes, although she reached out and gladly accepted the giant teddy bear that almost loomed over her. ❝ near impossible. how can it ever replace you? ❞ she pouted as she hugged the stuffed animal briefly, laughing soon after.