pretty in pink

emilia: i think i got the man flu

emilia: living w 3 guys finally caught up w me 😷😷

emilia: ur an angel ily

emilia: i'll try not to give it to u 🙏

daphne: is man flu any different than normal flu????

daphne: oh gosh, i am so sorry

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He hadn’t been expecting an enthusiastic response, but a frown probably wasn’t a good sign. “Well…” Lucas started slow, thoughtful as he flipped the book in his hands to look at the cover with a second wave of consideration. After a beat, he sighed a little, cheeks briefly puffing up as he gave in. “I guess not. I could get him pretty much whatever, I just thought a book would be easiest.” But that wasn’t exactly how things were shaking out. Decisively re-shelving the book, he asked hopefully, “Got any better ideas? – And it’s gotta be easy to ship, too.”

“You are giving a gift, it shouldn’t be the easiest, it should be something they would enjoy receiving.” She explained, making a face. Daphne always took a pride in her gift giving skills, she would spend hours and hours to find the perfect gift for her friends. “I can help if you tell me about your friend.” 

emilia: i'm sick can u bring me tacos 🤒🤒

emilia: or like some ohana 🙏

daphne: omg WHAT HAPPENED???

daphne: ARE YOU OKAY?????

[ DAPHNE PALMER. 26. FEMALE. SHE/HER] is here! They’ve lived in Silver Lake for [ 2 YEARS ] and are originally from [ ORANGE COUNTY, CALIFORNIA ]. They are a [ SOCIAL MEDIA MANAGER ] and in their downtime love [ SHOPPING ] and [ STALKING CELEBRITIES ]. They look a lot like [ SARAH HYLAND ] and live [ IN OASIS APARTMENTS ].

“I seriously need a new job. Rose Quartz pays well but I really do not give as much of a shit about crystals as I thought I did. Please suggest career options stat.” 

“Hey, don’t shit on crystals!” Daphne almost shushed the other girl, letting out a dramatic gasp. “I just can’t suggest something out of nowhere. You need to tell me you interests first.”

Lucas couldn’t say how long it’d been since he’d first stepped into the Book Nook – he just knew that it’d been too long. He was bored and teetering close to annoyed as he glared at the shelves, scooting from one section to the next with no hope of making a selection. Shoulders slumping, he closed the heavy, hardcover book in his hands and turned to the person nearest. “Can I get your opinion on this?” The question came out louder than he intended, breaking the peaceful spell of the shop. He forced an apologetic smile and asked, “Which do you think would be a better gift for a dude in his thirties: a book on sailing –” he showed off the nautical coffee table book that was full of glossy pictures– “or Medicare For Dummies?” Which, as he pointed it out on the shelf beside him, was even copyrighted by AARP. @slchat​

Truth be told, Daphne wasn’t much of a reader, she would always appreciate a good beach read here and there but most of the time she would much rather scrolling down on her Instagram feed. “Sure,” She told him with a shrug. As he continued, Daphne couldn’t help but frown a little. “Are those the only two options you have?” She asked, raising her brow. “Like, do you have to buy him a book?”

     The girl’s enthusiasm caused her to smile. Most days Chey felt like she was pretty upbeat, then she’d meet strangers such as this that proved that perhaps she was a little more mellow than she thought. Then again… the woman’s mood changes like the tide. “Yeah, it is,” she spoke rather proudly. Sure, maybe her band was just a hobby, but she was still pretty proud of it. “I sing and play guitar in it.. We’re playing at The Hut tonight. You should come by! It’s going to be pretty fun – like a little luau with music and… ya know, little umbrellas in your drink.”

“OMG, that’s amazing.” Daphne mused, smiling at the blonde. “Oh wow not only you can sing, you also play guitar? Like Taylor Swift.” Who was Daphne’s favorite singer. “I might, I don’t have any plans for tonight. I might even bring my roommate, he’s chill.” Little umbrellas in drinks sounded pretty tempting, since Daphne loved sharing her drinks’ pictures on Instagram, she wasn’t going to say no. “What type of music do you guys play? Not that it makes any difference for me, I am just curious.”

“In my time as a professor and just a human being in general, I’ve come to realize that very little is impossible when it comes to the imagination,” he replied with a soft laugh, sliding his glasses off his face and pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment. “I understand the argument that I bring it on myself by assigning it but wow…I thought college students would at least know better. It’s a big chance to take, thinking I’ll have a sense of humor,” he said with a smirk. 

“You have a point there.” Daphne agreed with a slow nod, pursing her lips together. “But I still think they were trolling. I agree, like no offense but most professors are awfully serious and grumpy. I had this one professor in college, I have never seen him laugh. Not even once.” She told him with a shrug. “Are you gonna give them an F?”

If it weren’t for the alcohol in her system, Mack would have listened to the other woman’s reasoning. Instead, she was shaking her head. “We’re not going to get arrested because we aren’t going to get caught.”

Aiden’s brows tugged together at her explanation, a hand coming up for him to take another puff of the cigarette before ashing it. “What type of Instagrams are you running? Don’t things like that stay automatically logged in? You need more phones. Then you’d be ballin’.”

“Mostly local fashion brands’ Instagrams. And one cafe’s.” She said. “They do but sometimes you have to log in from another phone. I already have two phones -- one for work, one for myself. Third would be too much, don’t you think?”

“So where do you think the soul goes when we die?”

“Jesus Tamati. Why did you ask that? I don’t know..” Daphne chuckled. “I don’t want to think about death right now. Or ever.”

“I don’t know whether to laugh or cry at this point,” Hafid spoke out loud and referred to the paper in front of him. “I mean I know Spring Break just ended but they cannot be this lazy. This student is literally writing about Winston Churchill texting during the World War 2. They have to be messing with me, right?” Hafid looked up as if someone would answer him and turned to the person next to him. “What do you think? Are they fucking with me?”

“What’s up?” Daphne asked curiously, her brow raised. “They did? I think they are messing with you -- I have never been a brilliant student but even I wouldn’t put that in my paper. No one can be that clueless. It’s, like, impossible.”

“Literally saved your life and I didn’t even need to enter a burning building. Firefighters should take notes from me,” he shrugged with an amused grin. “You one of those type A personalities or you just got all your secrets written down in there?”

“They absolutely should.” She chuckled, shrugging her shoulders. “Gosh I wish I was one of those people, my life would be a lot easier but no. I am just terribly forgetful person with a busy job. I run bunch of Instagram accounts and I can’t remember log in infos, so I write them down.”