but i'm into it;;

She had to admit, she was nervous at first. She wasn’t sure who was going to be at the party, what the general vibe was going to be like or even how long she was going to be out. What she did know is that she wanted to look perfect. It seemed to take forever for her to get ready even with the help of her roommate who had heard about nothing other than the party since it was brought up during their date. she had no idea how many times she changed clothes, how many times she switched up her hair, or the amount of shoes that came on and off her feet. It took forever for her to finally agree to one outfit, a cute white bralette and some comfortable yet cute jeans but all that mattered was that her ass looked great and she didn’t have to wear a bra. 

After about an hour and half, she found her nerves slipping away as she sipped on the jungle juice from the red solo cup. Only after agreeing to do some shots with a girl named Rachel, she could feel the alcohol setting in but she wasn’t drunk. She told herself not to get too drunk tonight, the last thing she needed was to get wasted and be the reason Dakota spent her night in the bathroom holding her hair. Finishing up the drink, she took the time to find a garbage can before taking herself back over to Dakota. “Hey.” She grinned. 

Dakota would be lying if she had said that the party hadn't been at the forefront of her mind for the last few days. She felt nervous, wondering if wss going to be too overwhelming, too much for Hannah. But it was too late now. She couldn't uninvite her without looking like a total dick. Getting ready didn't usually involve much time for her, but tonight she found herself changing her mind so many times, before her roommate just threw the first outfit she had tried on at her and told her to get dressed. At least it was a solid choice, denim shorts paired with a grey crop top, covered up with a large flannel.

Arriving, she made sure to say hi to her friends, hanging out with them as usual, but keeping one eye on the lookout. She managed to get in a couple of birthday shots as she waited, cradling a beer in her other hand. Seeing the other girl begin to approach, a grin appeared on her face. “You made it.” She stated softly, her free hand automatically resting on the small of her back as she brought Hannah in closer. The alcohol was definitely helping the nerves, but not so much all the three sets of eyes that were currently trained on them. “Guys, this is Hannah, Hannah this is Noah, Liam and the birthday boy is Tyler here.” She introduced, hoping they would play nice for the few minutes they had to make small talk.

“Yeah, but I mean, I’ve been dancing for awhile so I guess that could be a help.” She said, shrugging slightly. “Beer or candy. I love people who are easy to shop for.” Hannah grinned, leaning back in her seat as she crossed her legs. “I feel like it’s like a correlation graph. The amount of drinks have a positive correlation to how good of a dancer I think I am.” Hannah joked. “And how funny I think I am but I don’t need alchol for that.” She grinned. She didn’t know what to do with the feeling of comfort, she wasn’t used to it… at all actually. She seemed to attract people who tore her down but all Dakota did was fill her stomach with those butterflies you hear about in middle school and made her heart beat a mile a minute just by looking at her.

“Well then, I guess I really can’t wait to see you dance now.” Dakota chuckled, eyebrow cocked. She drained the last of her coffee, placing the mug on the table as she laughed again. “Okay, asking you to this party may be the best decision I have ever made.” She teased with a smirk. Checking her phone, she saw a few texts asking where she was, her room-mate seemingly in a crisis. She rolled her eyes at her phone. “I hate to run and leave you, but apparently my help is needed. Or, my sympathetic nodding while my room-mate rants about her boyfriend is needed.” She grabbed her jacket, pulling it on. “I’ve had fun.” She smiled softly, biting her lip. As she stood, she debated a moment, before leaning down to press a kiss to Hannah’s forehead. “I’ll text you.” She promised, before waving goodbye.

“I went a zumba class once with my roommate but you’re one to talk.” Hannah told her, thinking back to her toned arms she got a glimpse of in the bathroom. Not to mention the fact they were covered in tattoos. The very thought only this whole not trying to blush thing worse than before. Taking a drink of her coffee, she mentally hit herself for saying we. “Possibly.” She said, faking any sense of confidence. “But, I don’t know your friend. I’d hate to get him something he already has or doesn’t like.” She added. Buying presents was actually something Hannah enjoyed.  “Drinking and dancing. I can do both of those. Kinda. I’m a lot better at drinking than I am dancing.” She told her, it wasn’t that she was exactly a bad dancer, she had been dancing since she was young but it was different in dance class, she knew each step she was going to take but parties were crowded and you never knew what was coming on next. mixed with the nerves of being with dakota, ‘yikes’ was the only thing that came to mind.

“I hear Zumba does have some long-lasting results.” She teased softly, deciding to ignore the compliment, a bashful smile appearing on her face. Chuckling softly, Dakota was glad that her joking hadn’t fallen like a lead-balloon and thought for a moment. “Well, if you insist...” She trailed off, rolling her eyes playfully. “Beer or candy always works.” She grinned at her. “Oh, I am sure you are pretty great at both of them, and I’m looking forward to it.” She hoped that being at a party, having some alcohol in her system would help her feel a little calmer, that she wouldn’t have an increased heart rate just from looking at Hannah, like she did right now, but she couldn’t help but think that it probably wasn’t going to make a difference, that the girl would have that affect on her anyway.

“I guess it’s good we met in the bathroom because I don’t know when the last time I visited a gym was.” she told her honestly, she played sports when she was younger, till college actually but there comes a point in a girls life when she’s ready to let go of the sprained ankles and any other injuries that might sneak up on her between playing lacrosse and soccer. Besides, this was the time when she had to pay attention to school, while she did enjoy pushing herself, she knew… Some of her limits and she could remember how angry she would get when told she couldn’t play and that it would affect her entire mood which she didn’t exactly need. Especially during exam time.

Her thoughts went back to the fact that Dakota was going to be painting her. Was she supposed to dress a certain way? Was she supposed to dress at all? Was it strictly just for art purposes or was it just a way to spend more time with her. Dakota’s question brought her back from her annoying thoughts. “Umm…” She started, thinking to the weekend before shaking her head no to tell her she was busy. “That sounds fun, who’s birthday is it? Should we get them something?”

 “Well you certainly look like you spend time in the gym.” Dakota flattered, flirtatiously. “Clearly you're doing something right.” She grinned, trying not to stare too hard, not wanting Hannah to think she was being a creep. “We? Buying couple presents already are we?” She teased softly, unable to resist the opportunity to try and fluster the girl in front of her. “Just one of the guys from one of my classes.” She shrugged, downplaying it a lot more. It was actually for one of her closest friends, but she didn't want Hannah to worry that it meant a lot more than it did. Although it would be a good way for her to see how the girl got on with her friends. Dakota wasn't the type of person who could date someone her friends didn't like. Her friends were always like a family to her, and she trusted their instincts more than her own attractions. She was pretty sure they would approve, however. “It's nothing big, just some drinking, dancing, nothing special.” She shrugged again, feeling a little bashful.

She didn’t know exactly what this was, she thought that it might be a date but she didn’t want to assume it was and embarrass herself. Even though Hannah had always been a hopeless romantic, after getting hurt time after time again, a girl has to not get her hopes up, even if she wanted to. “Yeah, next time.” She told her. “Don’t be silly, I’d love to see you again.” Hannah reassured her.

“I’d like that.” She told her. It had been awhile since she had gone on an official date, she went into college with a boyfriend from high school but like most boys, when given the chance, he cheated about six months after he left for school. after they broke up, it took awhile for her to even think about dating again and when she was ready, it was always something casual and easy which was nice, for the most part. “Do you usually offer to paint girls you meet in bathrooms?”

Grinning, Dakota nodded, like some excitable little kid, at hearing that she would both like to see her again, and the calling of it a date. At the question, she snorted quietly. “No, you’re the first. I tend to pick them up from the gym instead.” She jested, although the biggest joke there was her going to a gym. She kept fit, but that was by running outside, the idea of being in a gym, with so many people potentially looking at her always freaked her out slightly. Which she always found odd, considering she usually didn’t mind attention. Plus, running outside gave her a chance to just be alone with herself, even better when the route was somewhat scenic, it often gave her inspiration.

Taking another sip of her drink, she cradled the cup in her hands, warming them slightly. A small voice in the back of her mind told her that another effective way to warm them would be to reach over and talk hold of Hannah’s, but that definitely felt like too bold a move. She may be forward, but not when it came to actual physical touch. She was not someone who liked it herself, only allowing those she was close to even hug her, and she didn’t want to invade Hannah’s personal space without knowing it would be more than okay. “Do you have any plans this weekend?” She blurted out, instead. “There’s this party, for someone’s birthday, just off campus, you’re more than welcome to come with me.”

Rolling her eyes playfully at the taunting words, she smiled. “Something like that.’ She spoke, maybe agreeing a little bit. Putting down her cup, she held her hands together on the table. “While I could sit here and tell you the key points of the 15th century, I don’t want to bore you to death on our… coffee outing.” She told her, picking her words carefully considering she had no clue if this was a fate or not. 

She still could feel her stomach fill with butterflies after the flattery form Dakota. She could remember last night when she was talking to her with her roommate and she asked Hannah if she was going to sleep with her. Her first response was no, while there was no doubt that Dakota was stunning, she had been doing this ‘three date rule’ before doing anything of the sort since she was seventeen years old but this was the first time she was thinking about maybe, just maybe, bending her unspoken rule. She just couldn’t get her off her mind, it was ridiculous. Her brows rose at her statement, the red tint on her cheeks getting brighter. “i think i’d love to see you try.” she told her. if anything, this would just be more time spent with Dakota which Hannah didn’t hate the sound of. 

“We can save that for our next… coffee outing.” She replied, mimicking the pause in Hannah’s speech, a small smirk playing on her lips, not wanting to offend her, after all. She was also making sure to plant the seed about another meeting, whether it was a date or not. “That is, if you wanted to go somewhere with me again.” She joked, winking.

“I guess it is a date then.” Dakota responded, flippantly, although at least that saved the trouble of her agonising over it. She didn’t want to necessarily call it a date, she’d want to at least treat her to a meal for that, but she didn’t want it to be ruled out completely, for Hannah to think that this was friendship, or some sort of casual thing. While she may have engaged in quite a few casual encounters while she had been single, it wasn’t exactly how she enjoyed spending her life. She preferred to be with someone she had more than a physical attraction to.

“I try.” She grinned. “I always loved history and Jocelyn… well, it’s not her forte and I didn’t have anything else to do. Plus, it’s about the 15th century, that was always one of my favorite sections.” She explained with a small shrug before taking another sip of her coffee. That’s one thing admired about her family, while they were a bit… dysfunctional and even if they couldn’t ever seem to get along for more than an hour, they were all pretty reliable. most of the time anyways. 

A chuckle escaped against the coffee cup when she mentioned her ‘studying’. “I mean, at least the book was open.” Hannah grinned. Hannah was a perfectionist in about everything she did, whether it was for her grades or dance or anything that might come along the way, she wanted to be her very best and didn’t care how far she had to push herself to get there. If it meant practicing until her feet hurt, she would. If it meant staying up for three days, crashing, and staying awake for two more, she would. It was fatal flaw but she’d gotten this far. Hearing the compliment didn’t help at all with the redness of her face. Her head dropping to the table for a moment as a smile grew she glanced back up as she took yet another sip. “Thank you.” She said. “You want to draw me?” Hannah questioned. “I mean, I’m down but I don’t know if I can stay still that long.” 

Dakota grinned. “What a nerd.” Her tone was light, indicating that she was saying it in jest. In reality, she thought it was pretty adorable. She loved hearing about things that others were passionate about, and she made sure to file the information away, certain it would come in useful at some point. “I don’t think I could tell you a single thing about the 15th century except that it was a very long time ago.” She chuckled softly.

“It was certainly an improvement on last night when I didn’t even bother opening the book.” She joked, although it was true. She had every intention of studying, but instead had been dragged out by her friends to the campus bar. Not that she put up much of a fight. She had been more than happy to go. It was rare that she said no, although she knew she needed to buckle down again and find the motivation to keep her grades up soon. “Of course, although I’m not so sure I could do you justice.” The charm was just rolling off her now, and she had to stop herself from smirking at herself.

Accepting the hug, she wrapped her arms around her neck gently and smiled. “Well thank you.” She beamed, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. “Oh umm..” Hannah trailed off looking over at the menu plastered on the wall. “I think I’ll try their Salted Caramel Mocha.” She told her. It seemed like a simple choice and hopefully tasty. She had noticed the glances back over at the table, catching her a few times but it only brought a cheesy smile to her face and a soft blush to her cheeks.

At the sight of the coffee, she gladly wrapped her hands around the cup and took her first drink. A soft moan of delight escaped, she even gave herself a mental pat on the back. Looking up from her cup, she chuckled at her question. “It’s been okay, pretty uneventful. I studied a bit and I Facetimed my little sister to help her with her history homework but that’s about it.” She explained. Taking one more sip, she put it down. “What about you?” Hannah questioned.

Dakota couldn’t help the small smile that played on her face as she listened to Hannah talk. There was something about her that just automatically made her feel calm. Maybe she had spent too much time reading romance books, but she definitely felt something. “Now that’s being the best big sister.” She teased softly. She couldn’t imagine doing that for any of her siblings, nor any of them doing it for her. Not that they didn’t like to help each other out, just their siblings wouldn’t be the first port of call if help was needed. She shrugged, her own day had been boring. “I studied, if opening a book and staring at the same page all day counts as studying.” She knew that she needed to study for her other classes too, but she never had the patience to sit and read, take notes, not like she did for creating stuff for her portfolio.

Sitting back in her chair slightly, her gaze ran over the other girl. “You look beautiful.” While this wasn’t necessarily a date, she would try and pull out more stops than this, she didn’t want to rule out the idea that it might be regarded as one. “You have no choice but to let me draw you at some point.” It was a cliché, but honestly, she couldn’t help but want to capture her on paper.

She really didn’t think this through, she was looking like a hot mess but it was nothing that 20 minutes and her makeup bag wouldn’t fix. After applying a very natural look to her face, she found a flowy white off the shoulder white dress and put on some tan ankle boots. grabbing her purse, she realized her hair was still in a bun. “fuck!” she mumbled, tearing out the hair tie, she heard Bailey giggling. “shut the hell up!” she exclaimed, running the brush through her brown hair roughly. 

After the rush, she finally was pleased with herself and made her way to the coffee shop. She took a minute to compose herself before going inside. It wasn’t hard to spot the girl, taking a deep breath, she walked through the doors. The smell of coffee invaded her nostrils, it was soothing… just over powering. Giving herself a quick pep talk, she walked up to her. “Sorry I took so long, I… My hair was giving me problems.”

Seeing Hannah walk in, Dakota stood, unsure how to greet her. She settled for giving her a hug. “Well, you look beautiful, so it was clearly worth the wait.” She teased softly. Instead of sitting down, she stood behind her own chair, hands gripping the back. “So, what can I get you?” She asked. She was the one who asked her here after all, she was the one who was going to be paying. Going up to grab their drinks, hers being a black coffee of course, she couldn’t help but keep stealing glances back at their table. She definitely felt like she was lucking out right now.

Sitting back down, she pushed Hannah’s drink towards her. Taking a sip of her own, she smiled again. “So, apart from not getting stuck anywhere, how was your day?” She felt like she was making awkward small talk, something she wasn’t very good at. She had a close group of friends, and she rarely strayed from that. She wasn’t good with people, apparently. It could be taken as her being rude, when she was just shy. Although she was happy for people to think that she was being mean, it was preferable to people realising just how awkward and lame she could actually be.

“Did she reply yet?” Bailey asked. “She’s typing.” Hannah said, staring at the screen as the three bubbles were shown. She kept switching back and forth between her messages and instagram, hoping she wouldn’t show that she was literally staring at the screen by the read receipts coming up. Stopping on a picture of a girl she went to high school with, the notification popped up at the top of the screen. A wide smile came across her face before switching over to it moments later. 

Look at you!  I’m actually free so, I’m all yours!

She struggled for a second before hitting send. Dakota wouldn’t of asked to hang out now if she didn’t want to and Hannah wasn’t going to lie and say she was busy or anything. She wanted to see Dakota. The only thing was that she looked like a hot mess. “God I’ve gotta fix my face.” She mumbled to herself. She had been bare faced and in her dads old t-shirt with sweats all day.

As soon as Hannah replied, Dakota looked down at herself and groaned. She had managed to forget she had changed into sweats. Considering she had been thinking about asking Hannah if she was free, she clearly hadn’t planned it very well. She could hardly turn up looking like this. Especially since the pants had a tomato sauce stain on it from a sub she had the other day. Clearly she had an issue with getting stains on herself. And needed to do laundry.

I’ll see you in a few!

She fired off, quickly standing, opening up her closet. Yep, definitely needed to do laundry. So maybe she couldn’t dress to impress as much as she hoped. Grabbing a pair of black jeans and a grey tank, she decided that was good enough. Changing as quick as possible, she grabbed her keys, card and phone before leaving her dorm. She wasn’t too concerned about looking eager, being there so soon. She was just going to tell Hannah she had only just arrived. The coffee shop wasn’t too busy, so she knew they wouldn’t have an issue finding a table. She stood outside the door, not wanting to miss the other girl. Feeling suddenly nervous, she unlocked her phone, aimlessly scrolling through social media, try to look busy.

It had been a day, there was no reason to panic right? Well, Hannah did. What if her cheek kiss was too bold of a move, it wasn’t like every didn’t know Dakota liked girls and Hannah had never been one to think love should stop with one gender but it was a little bit… unprompted. Of course they were flirting but what if she was being to forward? What if Hannah wasn’t even her type and she was just being nice. What if she thought she was ugly? All these thoughts ran through her mental before heading a ding under her pillow. She had been laying, staring up at her ceiling for what seemed to be forever. Reaching under, she grabbed it. She was expecting her sister or maybe even a friend but the first thing she saw was ‘Dakota’, bringing a smile to her face. 

“Someone got a good text.” Her roommate commented. “Shut up…” Hannah mumbled, turning to her stomach as her knees bent. Leaving her feet swinging in the air. Once the text was opened, her fingers struggled to type back a message. Her fingers tapped the touch screen, mostly the back space button for a good ten minutes before settling for something simple and hitting send.

Not today! Lucky me! Did you? I would love to get some coffee though! When did you wanna go?

She had been staring at the same page for about thirty seconds, not absorbing any information at all. So, when her phone buzzed, she instantly moved to pick it up, grateful that she was currently alone, there was no-one to see her eagerness. She was glad that Hannah’s name had flashed up, knowing how disappointed she would have felt if anyone else had text her. There was a smile on her face as she read through the text, a small feeling of relief coursing through her as the other girl confirmed that she would still like to spend time with her, that it wasn’t some form of Stockholm Syndrome.

Nope, managed to escape all bathrooms today! Perfect 😊 Well, apart from avoiding doing some actual work, I have no plans for the rest of the day, if you’re free?

Dakota’s thumb hovered over the send button for a second. Did offering up any time now seem too desperate? Did it sound like she had no life, that she was so easily available? Rolling her eyes at herself, she hit send. She had clearly text Hannah because she was free now, she didn’t need to play hard to get. She didn’t need any games at all, she had a good time with her, even in the circumstances, and she had kissed her cheek at the end of it. That had to mean something good. 

Hey, its Dakota. Managed to avoid being locked anywhere today? So, I was wondering if you would still like to go for that coffee sometime?

She decided to go with humour, it seemed to ease her nerves slightly. Although, it didn’t stop her from throwing her phone onto the bed, face down, as soon as she hit send. She stared up at her ceiling, before sighing and propelling herself upwards. She may as well try and get some studying in while she waited. At least, she could pretend to distract herself while starting blankly at the pages.

Typing in her number and adding in her contact with her name and toilet emoji, she handed it back to her. When she usually exchanged numbers with others, she didn’t get her hopes up but if she was being honest, she was hoping Dakota would contact her sooner than later. While when she was younger, she’d get her heart crushed almost monthly but luckily, she had grown to learn not to let your heart love so freely, it causes less pain in the end but there’s something about a crush, about love that made her tingly inside. She was in love with the idea of love, she couldn’t help it. 

She knew it was only a matter of time before people came, the slight klunck against the door was what brought her out of her gaze at the girl. “I don’t know about you but I actually enjoyed this little time in the bathroom, even if i’m pretty sure I missed class.” She said, bringing herself to a knelling position before standing up. Brushing off her romper, she smiled at the girl. “You guys alright in there?” A masculine voice yelled from the other side. “Yeah we’re fine!” Hannah exclaimed. “Well, it’s open whenever you guys wanna… come out. I didn’t wanna barge in.” He tried to explain, sounding slightly hesitant as he pushed the door a tad bit open. Of course she thanked him but then she turned back to Dakota. “We should do this again sometime… but maybe not in a bathroom… and with chairs.” She suggested, glancing down at her phone. “Just in time for Jacobs french tutoring session.” She mumbled, knowing she’d have to meet him in the library in a good ten minutes. “I’ve gotta run but…” Hannah started before leaning in quickly and kissing her cheek. “Until next time.” She said, grasping the door by the side and slipping out of the bathroom. Risky? Maybe. Did she care? No.

Dakota hummed in agreement. “It’s definitely been a new experience, but I can’t say I’ve hated it.” If anyone told her this morning that part of her day would be locked in a bathroom, flirting with a girl she had never met before, she would have laughed them off. But, honestly, it had been fun. She knew she was going to text her to meet up again, and as Hannah said, somewhere that wasn’t a bathroom. Standing with her, Dakota checked her own phone, sighing knowing she had to get to class. It did seem like a good enough reason to skip, though, as she debated just going back to her dorm. Before she could think about it anymore, the other girl was announcing her leaving. She couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed, but they could hardly stay in there all day. As she went to say her goodbyes, they got lost in her throat as she felt Hannah’s lips on her cheek. She must have looked like a deer in headlights, staring at the door long after the other girl was gone. After a while, she shook herself, and decided to write off the rest of the day, making her way back to her room, deciding to use her sudden inspiration to get some artwork done.

“I think that would work.” She grinned. Since she’d been in college, she had only a couple run ins with romantic interest. There was a boy around her first couple weeks but after an awkward date at the cheesecake factory, she called it off. Then there was Kate, she was nice and all but she was also two grade ahead of her and come to find out, she had an out of state boyfriend. The last one was yet another boy, it wasn’t even anything too interesting, they simply made out at a couple parties and he said he’d call her… which he did but she just decided not to answer. Though, Dakota seemed promising, she was charming and sweet and had the face of a goddess. Plus, she seemed… exciting to say the least. 

A wide smile graced her lips. “If only.” She chuckled. “You’ve… you’ve got a very catching smile. It’s really cute. I love it.” She told her. “I suppose but you’re acting as if you’re not cute. You’re stunning.” The brunette complimented. 

Dakota grinned at the girl’s agreement. She pulled out her phone, opening up the contacts, before passing it to Hannah. While she did offer her number, she would text her straight away, so the two could have each other’s numbers. She wouldn’t lie, since breaking up from her ex, she hadn’t been too alone. And maybe she occasionally promised to call and never did. But Hannah seemed like more than this. She was sweet, cute, and Dakota couldn’t even imagine just spending the night with her and nothing more. She deserved way more than that.  

For once, Dakota felt slightly at a loss for words, feeling rather bashful. Honestly, if any of her friends could see her right now, she knew she would probably be the butt of the jokes for a while. “You’re too kind.” She looked up at Hannah, a shy smile on her face as her gaze flickered down, from her eyes down to her lips. Before she could think about anything else, she heard a noise on the other side of the door, her head snapping to look. “I guess we are close to you being able to escape me.” She joked.

“I’m okay with responsibility but I’m also a college kid who forgets to feed herself so I should probably not try to be responsible for feeding yet another living being.” She pointed out. She’d pick sleeping over anything at this point, if she was being honest, she could probably get comfortable right here and pass out on the spot. “obviously…” she said, glancing over the girls body again. “but i’ll keep that in mind.” she said. 

her eyebrows rose with curiosity at her words. by now they were flirting, right? that’s what this was, she wasn’t just imagining it. leaning back on her hands, her back arched slightly. “so all i’ve gotta do is talk?” she asked her. hannah never considered herself good at flirting but she did enjoy it. “i really don’t know, i mean, cute girls are the best.”

“Maybe I should just give you my number, that way you can get a hold of me whenever.” She offered, as if that was the only reason she would possibly be giving out her number. As if she was just being a kind citizen. It totally wasn’t anything more than that. Except they both were probably aware by now that it was a little more than that. There was a slight electricity to the air, as cliché as it sounded, and who was she to not pay any attention to it?

Grinning, Dakota nodded. “Although, I’m sure you could probably just smile at people and have them fall at your feet.” She was being careful with her pronouns, not wanting to assume anything of the other girl. She had learnt the hard way in the past. Sometimes straight girls just liked to flirt, and she didn’t want to get caught in that trap, not when they were trapped in the bathroom, anyway. At least it would be a way to pass the time. “Well, you should be an expert in that field, being cute yourself.” She raised her brows, as if shocked that she could be anything but. 

“If we don’t find it, we should make it and see how many people buy it just for a instagram-op.” she grinned. “it’s either a tattoo or an actual pug and since i can’t exactly keep a dog on campus, i guess i’m going with the tattoo.” she explained. she lvoed tattoos but never really found the time to get one, the only thing was that she had no idea how her family would react. Not so much her immediate family but she might give her grandmother a heart attack. 

“i mean, i know if you were my art teacher… i would’ve probably showed up everyday. maybe even done extra credit.” she admitted, obviously flirting at this point. she couldn’t understand why anyone wouldn’t like this girl. 

“That’s the only reason anyone would be willing to buy it, let’s be real here.” She couldn’t help grimace at the thought of the taste combination. “Well, at least a tattoo would be cheaper, and also involves a lot less responsibilities!” Dakota offered. As much as she would love a pet, she sometimes forgot to feed herself, never mind remembering to feed another animal too. “But, if you ever did actually want to get one, I clearly know a few people.” She suggested, giving the two of them another potential reason to see each other.

Biting her lip, her eyes raked down Hannah, her expression amused. “I’m sure you would be at the top of my class, with talk like that.” She flirted back. She had been told she was flirty by nature, but she didn’t ever see it, but it didn’t stop her from knowing that she was fairly good at it, when she tried. “How can anyone ever resist a pretty girl paying them such compliments?”

Hannah had plenty of friends, she almost made it her job to at least meet and greet one new person a day. Even as a child she had been that way, always trying to make friends or least make someone smile by the end of the day. While most people called it naive, she liked to think of it as kind hearted. Though, it didn’t always work in her favor. Having a kind heart meant that people had the tendency to use and manipulate Hannah, it wasn’t even until late in her high school years that started putting up walls but that didn’t mean she still didn’t have a heart. She was just tired of getting hurt. 

“Can you imagine what banana coffee would taste like?” She questioned, shivering at the thought. “When I was tweleve I said I was going to get a pug tattoo, I still think about it.” She told the girl. Listening closely, she made mental notes about the girl. “It must’ve been nice to be around your grandma so much, one of mine life in Canada and the other is… well, grumpy.” She admitted. “They can shut the fuck up. That’s so disrespectful and rude.” Hannah said, not wanting to believe that actually came out of someones mouth. “Even if you were to become an art teacher, you’d probably be everyones favorite. You know, every school has that hot teacher that everyone wants.”

“I’m certain if you go to enough hipster coffee shops, you’ll soon find one that does banana coffee.” She snorted. It wasn’t the most out there suggestion, it seemed like the weird shit they would do. Give her a plain cup of coffee over fancy ones any day. “A pug tattoo would be pretty cool, go twelve year old Hannah.” She hoped it didn’t sound insincere, she did genuinely mean it. To her, any tattoos were good tattoos, so long as there weren’t offensive. She was very much in the camp of tattoos being art, not needing a deeper meaning except that you liked it. Hell, only about three of hers had deeper meanings, so she really couldn’t think any other way.

Dakota just shrugged as if it was no big deal. She had spent a large portion of her life hearing it, so it was easier to ignore it. At least, most of the time. There were still niggling thoughts in the back of her mind that would tell her she wouldn’t amount to anything occasionally. But most of the time she could ignore them. She was grateful that they were the only two around when her cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment. “Well, if that isn’t a life goal right there then I don’t know what is.” She grinned.