with unmet potential.

              ’ only when the girl that works with                me storms out like katherine heigl in the set of grey’s anatomy. ‘

                         ’ i always bring my a game!                          i’m the best at bringing my a game. ’

                          she’s offended, really. even if she’s having                           a hard time hiding how amused she is. her                           brow raises, arms crossing over her chest.

                                           ’ i’m not frazzled. you don’t have                                            that much of an effect on me. ‘ 

    ' all talk. '

she shrugs shoulders nonchalantly, as if her answer was blatantly obvious.

                            it’s lame that she loses her train of thought,                              all sarcastic comments gone. she freezes,                              attempting to think of something to say.

                                            ’               you caught me off guard. ‘ 

   ' ---- bring your a game next time. '

she frowns in feigned discontent, clucking her tongue in absolute dismay.  too bad, bishop. was looking forward to it.

                    ’ ——— okay, look. it’s called multitasking,                       alright ?  no one was gonna drink out of this                       pot, anyway.      this is my special blend.                       no touchie, katie’s gal pal. ‘

    ' ---- i'm not anyone's gal pal, for starters. '

                          ’ you never listen. ’

                  she crosses her arms over her chest, unamused                    glance aimed at the girl in front of her.

                             ’ you should probably start listening.                                i have important things to say. ‘

 ' ----- do you, now. '

unrestrained snicker escapes from the corners of sanguine lips-- arms folding across the contour of her chest.

                        ’ anyone ever tell you how stubborn you are? ‘ 

    ' ------ probably.                doesn't mean i'm listening. '

                        ‘              i don’t. ’

                                she huffs before rolling her eyes, ignoring the smirk                                 on the other girl’s lips. pfft.

                        ’ you don’t even know me that well. ‘ 

 dios mío. 

                        ’ why? i’ll even say pretty please. ‘ 

   ' ----- don't act like you don't like it. '