the prodical child.

It had been one hell of a morning. Her manager had booked her for three shoots for the day - which was honestly something to fire the woman over. At the first shoot, the designer was running late, and at the second shoot the photographer seemed as if they hadn’t a clue as to what they were doing and the coffee had been burnt. So they’d had to stop for a mandatory coffee break on the way to the third shoot. “Out of my way.” She brushed someone to the side to get to the front of the coffee line. “I’m in a rush.”

“can you do me a favor and go by samatha’s office. i’ve been trying to get a hold of her but she isn’t answering any of my messages. the hospital needs a few more MSOs. they’re over run by everyone who fell ill over the weekend.” she said not looking up from the folder open in front of her. her distaste pretty obvious, she wasn’t the biggest fan of the aftermath of the festival. no surprise that she hadn’t been in attendance.

          jim  wanted  to  check  in  with  addi.   she  hadn’t  attended the  festival,  and  was  a  bit  worried.   ❝  yeah,  i  needed  to  ask  her  something,  but  i  wanted to  come  and  check  on  you.    is  everything  ok?  ❞    she  asked.    though, she  knew  that  if  anything was  wrong,  addi  would  keep  it  to  herself.    a  trait  jim  seemed  to  believe  they  shared.    while the  two  women  had  different personalities,  jim  tended to  think  that  they  were  kindred  spirits in  a  way.   however,  jim,  being  the  middle of  three  children, had  grown  accustomed to  checking  in  on  people.   to  see  how  they  were  doing.    a  habit  that  became  stronger after  the  passing of  her  brother.   and  even  though she  didn’t  talk  to  her  father,  or  rather  her  father  refused to  talk  to  her,    she  asked  about  him  frequently.   

It had been an awesome weekend. They’d finished their set the night before and had the opportunity to just kick back and relax now. And that was how they had found them self at the bar. A few drinks in and they were feeling sufficiently tipsy as they approached the bar again and ordered their next drink. “I’ll pay for their drink too.” They told the bartender, gesturing to the person beside them. “Pay it forward, right?” They smiled.

             she  was  off  duty  now,  and  that  meant  that  she  could  drink.   she  had  just  settled  into  her  seat  at  the  bar  and  ordered  an  old   fashioned  when  they  offered  to  pay  for  it.   ❝  oh thanks,  ❞   she  said  with  a  smile,   ❝  i’ll  get  the  next  one.  ❞   she  wasn’t  one  to  turn  away  a  free  drink  as  long  as  they  allowed  her  to  return  the  favor.  

           JIM LOPEZ  a direct descendant of carlos lopez.  she chose to follow in his footsteps despite it going against her FATHER’S wishes.  

The festival had been all kinds of fun. A chance to kick of the heels and chill out for the weekend. Reagan had even gone so far to let her hair down and go au Naturel. And by that, she meant a fabulous shade of pink. She’d lost a friend in the crowd and turned abruptly to run right in to someone, spilling the drink in her hand all over them. “Oh Merlin’s beard! I am so sorry.” Thank Merlin it was non-alcoholic.

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