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Chiara sighed heavily before accompanying Ameera so they would finish clearing the floor and get rid of the remains of the pie quickly. The smell really was divine, she wouldn’t say it at that moment because her friend would feel worse, maybe later when they would bake another pie. Damn, this girl was perfect, she had a gift for cooking and baking, for the arts, to make her feel good and God knows what else. ❝What movie do you want to watch?❞ She asked as she waited for her friend to come back, helped her clean the place and put the pieces back in the container.

She willingly accepted her friend's help, they took the pie off the floor, cleaned it and threw it in the trash. Ameera stared at the trash regretfully before closing it. “We should watch a happy movie because I’m sad, I don’t want to sink into a sea of sadness.” She glanced up at her friend and a faint smile formed at the corner of her lips. “Don’t smile at me like that, I’m trying to be sad.”

❝I know what you mean, I missed you so much tiny brunette.❞ Chiara watched as her friend caressed her cat and couldn’t help pulling her into another hug. ❝You know me, you know that wouldn’t be the reason I would come to London, I don’t like the cold.❞ She shrugged, rolling her eyes theatrically. ❝Oh forgive me, Miss Witch. I know you were trying but you spent half the time in the library Meera…❞ She raised an eyebrow, a questioning expression, her typical judgmental gaze. ❝Ahm, well, yes. But he is barred from leaving the Gallery with any paint whatsoever, the security guards will keep an eye on him, relax.❞ Chiara tried to calm her best friend, putting her hand in her pocket wasn’t enough to keep her hand away from the brunette, she ended up messing some strands of her friend’s hair. ❝I don’t want you to be worried, I have everything under control, nothing is going to happen, just- Just Calm down and enjoy this time around.❞ She reassured Ameera offering her best smile, nudging her waist. ❝Good point, it was nothing, we just go to my room now, I need to get Salem to bed, he’s starting to get heavy.❞

“I missed you too, Bella.” Ameera hugged her friend back, it was really good to have her hugs again. “Right, you love the heat, I couldn’t forget that. That implies you are making a great effort to be here, I suppose, wearing all those fancy coats and scarves of famous brands has nothing to do with it, right?” The brunette put her hand on her chin, a raised eyebrow as she stared at her friend with a willingness to laugh at her expression. “Sure. Don’t look at me with those judgy little eyes, girl, you know I love reading. I couldn’t help it.” She pushed her friend’s shoulder lightly, considering that Salem was on her arm and she didn’t want to disturb the animal. Ameera took a deep breath, considering everything her friend told her, she could certainly relax and enjoy. Obviously, once Chiara went to bed she would contact someone else she trusted to ask them to double their care with her gallery. Then she nodded, smiling, showing that she was in agreement with that proposal. “Okay, so let’s go. Do you know which room you are in?” She reached down and picked up her friend’s handbag as she turned toward the elevator. 

autumn noticed ameera’s cheeks turning a light pink, thinking it was cute that she made her blush. “you’re welcome, hun.” she said, looking over at her with a grin. “you might, i mean… i have been looking for a burlesque club around here and i think i found one. not sure if they’re hiring though.” she shrugged, quirking her mouth a bit. “i mean, i could always do a performance for you here, but i don’t know if you’d……. be into that.” she paused, treading between words because she didn’t want to make the woman uncomfortable. “let’s do this!! do you have a recipe you go by?”

“I haven’t seen you dancing, but I know you’re a good professional, I think, they’ll definitely want to hire you, not to mention you’re beautiful.” She commented casually putting a lock of her hair behind her ear. “What would this performance look like? Isn’t it just a dance?” She asked, it wasn’t too difficult to realize she knew absolutely nothing about burlesque dancers beyond what she saw in that movie with Cristina Aguilera. That was the kind of thing Chiara would take her to meet without her knowledge, but they haven't had the opportunity to do this yet. “Ahm yes!” She searched in the pocket of her dress and found her mother's recipe.

“Fuck it, I’m in the mood to paint the world red with blood. You down?”

“I understand a lot about painting but nothing about blood.”

“I may have managed to break my arm just walkin’ down an icy sidewalk.”

“Oh that’s awful, I feel like it could have been me. I don’t have much coordination, you know? But is it going to take you long to get well? Was it really bad?”

this was a whole new step for michelle, seeing as though she had never been out of the country. being in a brand new place with strangers was not something she did often, but that’s what she was trying to change. she needed to be more spontaneous and give people a chance. that’s what she thought when she walked into the kitchen and saw one of the women that was already on the show standing there. “oh hi,” she said softly, hoping to not startle them. “i was just coming in for a cup of coffee i hope i’m not intruding or anything.” she spoke, furrowing her brow at her own words because there was really no one else in the room. “sorry i’m new here and i haven’t really met anybody yet so, hi i’m michelle.”

Ameera looked away from her tea toward the direction of the other as soon as she heard the unfamiliar voice coming from the kitchen entrance. Being distracted by her tea, the brunette got slightly startled but she managed to disguise well. “Hello!” She greeted energetically offering the other girl a half smile. “Oh no, not at all, I just finished preparing that tea. I don't have much of a habit of drinking tea but I found this recipe here and I thought, why not?” She rambled taking another cup of tea near the jar. “Do you want some tea? Well then, welcome Michelle, nice to meet you, my name is Ameera.” She introduced herself, filling her own cup with the warm liquid.

“I guess so. But I wanna make it up to you somehow.” She then smiled sweetly at her. “Thanks.” she added a second later and looked down to her bratty puppy. She rolled her eyes at the creature then smiled looking back up to Ameera. “Oh–Really? I would love to cook you some! Show you the beauty and delectable side of Korean food. Do you like spicy?”

Ameera’s cheeks turned reddish and she nodded, biting her lower lip thoughtfully. “Okay, now that we've talked about food, I remembered that I’m hungry and if you’re willing to do this, can I help you in any way?” She answered, turning her gaze to Minji’s puppy. “I would love that. In fact, I was born in Cuba, I love spicy.” She winked playfully.

Walking down the hallway with nothing more than the intention of getting out of her room for a while, Rose caught the unfortunate scene of a fellow housemate dropping their container of food. Stepping closer, she saw that is was - or had been, at least, an apple pie. Homemade by the looks of things. Brow furrowing slightly, she sighed in sympathy. “The consequence of your feet conspiring against you, huh?” She knew that feeling all too well herself, being as clumsy as she tended to be. “Want some help cleaning up?” 

“I face many consequences related to this.” Ameera shook her head slowly, putting her hand on her forehead for a moment before bending down, starting to put what was left of the pie back into the container, giving the other woman a non-humorous smile. “It’s not really necessary, I think I can clean it u–” Her voice was interrupted by a small shriek that came out of her throat as she slipped on a piece that had fallen farther away from the others and fell to the floor. “Eh... Maybe...” She closed her eyes, feeling her cheeks burn. “Of course that would happen.”

“anytime, sweetpea. it fulfills my baking itch and i get to spend some time with a cute girl, so its really no problem.” autumn smiled at the brunette, cleaning up the entirety of the pie and throwing it in the trash. “uh well… the two things are sex and performing.” she hesitated at first, but figured it was probably well known that autumn liked to sleep around.

“Um thank you, I guess.” Ameera’s cheeks turned slightly flushed, she cleared her throat as she turned toward the kitchen. “I wonder if I’ll ever see you performing.” She mused, glancing at Autumn over her shoulder before starting to walk. “Come on, we have an apple pie to bake.”