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Isabella shook her head, “No, well technically I shouldn’t even be sitting here. I just wanted a quick break.” She said as she made sure her boss wasn’t coming around. “Long day? You work at the clinic right?” She remembered seeing the woman there the few times she’s been.

Ceyda offered a small, but knowing smile. "Ah the class, just a quick break. I won't tell if you don't." She leaned back, exhaling through her nose. "Yeah, long day," she admitted, rolling her shoulders. "I do," she nodded her head at the woman's question. "I take it you've been in? Forgive me, I'm terrible with parents, I'm much better with the pet in remembering them." She admitted with a slight grimace. @callmebeepmeisa

"Oh my gosh, no, not at all! Help yourself," she smiled, sliding her bag over to give Ceyda more space. Work had been tiresome, to say the least, and the sounds of chicken nachos, French fries, and cider filled the air. People-watching had become an easy pastime, and with the locals greeting her as they passed by, Josie received a handful of random updates—some welcomed and others she certainly could have lived without. Tossing a few fries into her mouth, she looked at Ceyda and said, "You look like you had a long day too. Please, help yourself to some," as she pushed the basket their way. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Where: Capone's Speakeasy Who: @ceydaxosman

Since Ceyda had been back home after graduating veterinary school at Michigan State, she'd found herself at Capone's Speakeasy after a particularly rough day. It hadn't meant to become a habit of hers. Yet, she walked into the speakeasy, only a few minutes after the opening time posted on the door. "You can say that again," she offered the bartender a quip, only a twitch of a smile hitting her lips. At his suggestion to surprise her, she found her brows raising, suddenly intrigued. "Okay, Mr. Bartender, show me what you've got," she leaned forward, "I don't have any allergies, either," she added, unsure if it were necessary or not. @paxtonboyd

Would it be strange to admit that Chiyo liked the ambiance of the sports bar? Does anyone enjoy the ambiance of any bar? With games on screens and people yelling and cheering in the background, it provided a white noise that she found soothing. After a day of recording her throat was tired and most people didn't try to strike up conversations with her hear. Maybe she gave off the vibe of not knowing her way around sports. It was a gift to be able to publicly disassociate in peace. Chiyo smiled at the new arrival and shook her head, dismissing the question. "You're in luck! The person just left. His team not only lost. he was also getting some angry texts from his wife." They might have even passed each other at the doorway. "If you're looking for someone to chat about the sports with then I'm sorry to inform you of your bad luck," Chiyo offered in good humor.

Ceyda's lips parted in a light laugh, a sigh of relief following as she settled more into the seat she had taken on a whim. "I am glad to hear that," as the other mentioned the situation, "I think I did pass someone leaving in a hurry but, that seems to be a lot of them." Ceyda shook her head at the other's words, "No, please, I think this is bad luck at all. If anything, it's good luck," the brunette stated with a growing smile. "I know very little about sports and the yes, I know I chose to come here, but I was hopeful I wouldn't have to listen to someone mansplain sports to me. So, I will consider this good luck." @intcrmezzo

who: open

She'd been planning on meeting a date at the nightclub, but it was apparent that he was not going to show. Ceyda, unwilling to waste a perfectly good outfit and makeup, headed to the club anyway. She was certain she'd have a good time, even after being stood up. The loud music drowned out any thoughts that the brunette might have been having as she made her way through the club to the bar. "Hey," she smiled at the bartender, "Strawberry margarita?" @callmebeepmeisa