perfect little lady

I will! Can I have your number?

No. But if you still remember this conversation when you’re not high, I’m sure you can come find me and tell me then. 

Aww, well alright. I’ll remind you later when I’m sobered up.

You do that.

M’lady, you’re beautiful.

Thank you, but I don’t think I can take your compliment seriously when you’re high.

Honey, the only thing I’m addicted to is that pretty smile of yours. 

Excuse me?

Hm… Feels pretty good to me!

You won’t be saying that when you’re addicted and regret everything you’ve done that brought you to this point.

Polly gave a small shrug. “Well usually I try to make sure that the garden is free of any kind of weed. Especially in spring. The amount of weeds I had to pull out today. I filled almost three baskets. And I was only halfway through the gardens then.” She really did hate weeds. Pesky little things.

phillip-emerson:

"Too drunk?" Harrison let out a chuckle as he swayed a bit on the spot. "I’m in denial that such a thing even exists."

Héloïse rolled her eyes. “Believe me, it does, and you’ve reached it. Maybe you should stop?”

Polly had been dozing off in her seat. She was just so tired. Gardening was no piece of cake and it sure did a number on her. Especially when she had been at it for almost two hours straight.

Héloïse nodded. “I see.” She tried to keep her face neutral, but could not quite stop her eyes from widening when the leaf fell out of her hair. That was...lovely. Still, she should be polite.  After all, at least this girl was aware of her intrusion and seemed to feel bad about it, which was more than could be said for at least half of the other students. And besides, gardening was a nice hobby, even if it wasn’t really Héloïse’s cup of tea.

Polly was out of breath and covered in dirt but she was not the least bit aware of the leaves stuck in her hair or the dirt that clung to her clothes. She had been battling with weeds in the School Gardens for the last two hours with the sun beating down on her. Even though it was only March the sun was rather warm that day.

Héloïse nodded politely at the girl when she looked over. “Hello.”  Wrinkling her nose again, she turned back to her computer to continue working on her essay.  She typed out a few sentences before the dirt and sweat became a distraction.  Huffing slightly, she took a small bottle of perfume out of her bag and sprayed it around her, hoping it would detract from the girl’s scent. It didn’t, really. 

Fif-Excuse me; Sixteen.

Are you sure about that?

[looks behind her] Oh. [she nods, seeing the boy behind her] Yes, they are. I like eating them a lot. Want a bite? [she offers her the plate she was eating from] 

[Héloïse nods] Yes, I would love one. Thank you. [she takes a mango and takes a bite]

[He shrugs.] The library?

Well, they’re not very good. I would try a better book if I were you.

[turns around, confused] Huh—What, me? Oh no!

Yes, you, and I told you so. Why exactly are you trying to balance a basket on your head?

….I’m eating a mango…

I wasn’t talking to you, actually. I was talking to the person behind you. Mangoes are excellent.

[His head jerks up when he hears someone address him.] Yeah… I can’t get the folds even enough. And also I think I might’ve missed a step somewhere. [He frowns and rereads the instructions for folding a paper crane scribbled on a piece of paper.]

[She looks over his shoulder at the instructions] Where did you get that anyway?