floral.

“Aesthetic?” Wendy replied, looking back at her typewriter and then at the blonde - a small sigh escaped her lips as she rolled her eyes. “Your dumb jacket is in the closet. It looks cuter on me, actually. I can really pull off the Christmas aesthetic. I forgot to return it.”

“Well,” she huffed, “you could’ve told me that in the first place.” She stepped across the room, rescuing the garment from it’s mothball infested prison. “Bet it does look real cute on you. Probably makes your eyes stand out. You wanna keep it?”

“No, I haven’t seen your jacket, Lo.” She lied, remembering that it was hanging up neatly in her closet. “I think you’re forgetting, though, that this is Los Angeles and we have one season, all year ‘round, and two… we can’t even go out and enjoy the potential cold weather, so.”

“That does not mean I am not intent on living like it’s Christmas and enjoyin’ the... Now what was that word the new girl used? The one who stayed in 313 last week? Ae-somethin’?”

“See, I would but I’m pretty sure the owners would kill me. And honestly I can’t afford to get a lawyer.”

“Well, you don’t need to tell ‘em about it. Just sneak the paint in and open all the windows so they don’t smell a thing. Ooh, and then when you leave, paint it white again.”

“Yeah, hilarious.” Dimitri mumbled before pausing. That was a good question. What did he like?  He shrugged, “uh, stuff.”

“Stuff, huh?” She was intrigued. “What kinda stuff? You like movies? How 'bout ice cream?”

l don’t care how rich he is, as long as he has a yacht, his own private railroad car and his own toothpaste.

‘I’ve had a headache all fuckin’ day.  I’d say this should cure it.’

She looked up at the sky. “You sure you don’t want to come inside? Or maybe just get a little cover? I know where to find an umbrella.”

“Better than my doom and gloom apartment, that’s for sure.”

“Maybe you can brighten it up a little? You could always paint the walls some nice colour. Have you considered robin’s egg blue?”

“If you like that sort of thing.”

“I certainly like that sort of thing.” She looked confused for a moment. “Oh, do you mean that you don’t? How funny. What do you like?”

“Yes I guess you could say the view is beautiful”

“Well, I can’t imagine why you’d say anything different. What with the sun shining, the birds--” There were no birds. “Well, if there were birds, it would be better, but it’s fine without! It’s... Why, it’s... It’s perfect.”

Marilyn Monroe in Some Like It Hot (1959).