ALL HYPE, NO HEART.

If anything Landon didn’t really have a right to be pestering this woman. He did a lot of things just to push peoples buttons. It was a flaw out of many but it was Landon. More than likely, if he wasn’t the way he was, he’d ignore the whole car park job and go on to do whatever it was he was doing with his night but the guy saw an opportunity to be an ass and he took it. Landon watched as she placed her hand on her hip, unable to help the slightly satisfied smirk on his face. Due to the possibility that he was getting on her nerves. He really needed a better pastime. “Probably but I wouldn’t take it too hard, I judge everyone.” Landon said nonchalantly while raising his shoulders up and down. “Maybe you should watch a Youtube tutorial on it? I hear that’s the new and hip way to learn things these days and you clearly need a crash course.” 

Her brow lifted when their expressions met, his swarmy expression indicated that-- he enjoyed this. Usually, Katrina preferred to find herself in the position where she was doing the taunting, but she respected the game when she saw it. “My data plan sucks, have any tips on the fly?” The brunette finally found her keys, hitting the button to unlock the vehicle. “If not, maybe take a few big steps away from the curb just for your own safety.”

Without saying another word Garrett went towards the other man, saying a few words and then handing him something. After a few seconds the car drove away and he turned back towards the woman. “I don’t think he’ll be bothering you anymore.” He replied with a smile and a nod. 

Katrina watched the whole exchange in confusion, working on her cigarette until her supposed Good Samaritan came back. She’d almost reached the filter when he spoke in her direction, but she turned her attention to him critically. “I’m not paying you back for that,” the brunette said pointedly, gesturing towards his suit before taking a step towards her own vehicle. 

Nathan couldn’t help but tease the woman about this, despite the fact that they’d just met. He felt like she didn’t take it the wrong way which was something he appreciated and to be fair, the sight was just way too hysterical to keep his mouth shut about it. He laughed at her explanation as to why she told people she was a Brooklyn baby. “Between us, I’d probably do the same so I can’t even blame you for that. I lived in Brooklyn for a while myself but moved to the Village after. I’m not even a real New Yorker though so that fucking sucks,” he added, snorting before watching her as she got into the car. He squinted and chewed his lip nervously. “Alright, alright – that doesn’t look so bad. You can keep going. Slowly though,” Nathan warned.“Very slowly.” 

“Y’know what, in a town like this I have a feeling if you told people you were from the moon they’d believe you.” She lifted a shoulder. “Almost no one is a real New Yorker, all that matters is your swagger.” Katrina spoke through the open window, pausing to click the seatbelt on-- better to be safe than sorry. She put the car in reverse, glancing at the mirror worriedly. “I don’t think I have insurance, I’m trusting you.” Her foot pressed at the pedal, and she resisted the urge to shut her eyes. “Tell me when.”

☼ How does your character usually dress in daily life?

Katrina’s personal style isn’t anything super unique. She has a tendency to wear dark clothing, but her youth spent around so many fashion majors has impressed upon her the need for tailored pieces. Often, she’ll toss a blazer over a tshirt and jeans to feel a little more polished.

▼ What (if any) make-up does your character usually wear for fancy events?

Make-up definitely isn’t her forte, so if she’s doing it herself, Katrina likes to focus on one challenging aspect, either doing her best attempt at a smokey eye or a dark lip. The rest of her makeup is done in the same manner as her everyday, likely with the addition of false lashes.

Ұ How tall is your character compared to their peers?

✂ How does your character usually style their hair?

Katrina’s hair is usually done simply, pressed straight and kept long with a middle part. She’s very proud of how shiny and healthy it looks, but if the occasion demands something a little more polished, she’ll curl some of it.

☾ What (if any) birthmarks does your character have?

Veronica playfully rolled her eyes, leaning her elbow on the table and resting her chin on her closed fist. “He probably did want to get involved, but then I would have gotten annoyed and trust me, me annoyed is much more terrifying.” While Veronica may have been five foot two, she made up for it with six foot three attitude. “Honestly, your guess is as good as mine. Then again, I suppose the same thing can be said for women who are obsessed with some annoying thing that men don’t understand.”

“Hell hath no fury,” Katrina teased, sipping at her drink. Her brow raised, “Anyone who isn’t fascinated with the Kardashian Jenner empire has a warped sense of importance-- prove me wrong.” Her smile stayed bent at her lips and she leaned back in her chair, “What else have you been up to? Did you know Jason’s back in town?”

“If I resorted to that, I’d probably be broke by now,” Nathan half-joked before letting out a small laugh. He’d tried to hold it back, he truly had but the whole situation was comedic gold to him. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?” He added, nodding at her car with a smirk. “Are you originally from there?” He asked curiously, his eyes widened a little at this new piece of information. “Yeah, you’re probably right about that. I’ll do my best though, maybe we can get you back out there without totaling anything,” he joked before crossing his arms and taking a step back to get a better look. “Are you ready to give this a try?”

Katrina resisted the urge to swat at his arm, and a second glance at her parking job made her realize that he was well within his rights to make fun of the way she had pulled up against the curb. “Born and raised in the Lower East Side, but I like to tell people I’m a Brooklyn baby because I lived in Bushwick for a few years.” She snickered, “It makes me feel more like a Lana del Rey dream girl, you know?” Kat sighed, slipping into the drivers seat. She pulled the windows down after starting the engine before nodding. “Alright, here goes nothing.” With the car in reverse, she slowly started inching backwards.

“What are you suggesting about my age?” Raising a brow, he pretended to be offended, scoffing a little. “Oh wow, well thank you for that. You sound exactly like my mom would right about now. ‘Just give me a grandchild, twenty days. There’s no pressure’…She used to say, take your time, no rush, find a good girl to marry first. Now she’s just like ‘ at least give me grandchildren before I die.’” 

“Nothing,” Katrina replied loftily, her finger lifting slightly, “But I can see just a hint of grey around the temples trying to sabotage you.” She grinned into her drink, “My mom’s the same way, but I think she’s alright with me adopting at this point.” Her nose wrinkled, “It’s gonna be real hard on her when I tell her I don’t want any kids. The other day I considered sending her pictures of Kim Kardashian’s babies.”

It wasn’t her place to but in, but the moment Meredith overheard what was going on, she wanted to at least try and help her out. Especially since if the rolls were reversed, she’d hope she or someone else would at least try and do the same for her. “I’m even here to help,” she began, stepping up beside the woman. “People in the city suck at giving other spaces and rather than causing minor collision, she ran to get me and now we’re going to move it. Need a second pair of eyes to help navigate through this, so yeah.” Meredith then turned to the other, offering up a smile in hopes she’d be okay with the gesture.

Garrett had been out for a nightly run when he noticed a slight altercation between a woman and someone annoyed by a crooked park job. As per usual he was always willing to lend a helping hand which was why he crossed the street to the two strangers. “Maybe another set of eyes could help fix this parallel parking situation.”

Katrina looked up, lifting a shoulder at the random act of kindness that crossed the street to lend a hand. She ditched her cigarette, sending it unlit and careening for the gutter before fishing out her keys. “Yeah, tell him,” her tone warped accusingly as she glared at the other man who had come out to yell at her for her parking, “That there’s nothing wrong with the way I came in and that there are about fifteen other spots up the block that they could have taken instead.”

“And that’s being generous,” Nathan added with a raised brow. “Seriously, if I could, I’d get a car in a heartbeat. It really fucking sucks having to take the bus all the time. I moved here from New York so I’m still getting used to it,” he said before chuckling and giving a nonchalant shrug. “You know…for the benefit of doubt I’m gonna say yes, I totally believe you.” He knew better now but still, he couldn’t blame her. He hadn’t really driven a car in years and while he was a good driver, he’d always hated parallel parking. “I mean, I could definitely try if you’d trust me with it? I didn’t drive for a while though so I don’t wanna make it worse,” he offered with a grin. “But shit - how did you even get in there?”

“I was getting really tired of Uber all the time, I thought that a car would save me some money-- but with the amount of parking tickets I keep getting, looks like I might have been wrong.” Katrina’s brow rose at the mention of where he was from, and she grinned. “Good, us New York babies have to stick together.” The brunette made a face, “Between the two of us, we’re definitely going to hit something. Nah, I’ll do it.” The question made her lift a shoulder. “The car behind me wasn’t there when I came in, I kinda just-- boshed it.”

Whenever Landon saw cars parked in two spots like the one he currently saw, there was a part of him that wanted to do something to make it difficult for whoever owned the car. Whether it be him parking next to the vehicle crookedly or finding some other annoying tactic. He couldn’t really help himself from wanting to make things more difficult for whoever the person was that thought their car was worth the two spots. Leaning against his own car with his phone against his ear, Landon pushed himself off his car which was right next to hers once she ran over. Surprisingly calling tow companies wasn’t really his forte but he was amused she thought he was. It could go two ways, he could say he wasn’t calling anyone and even offer to help pull the car out or he could play it up? Then of course there was the smart-ass option which seemed to be one of Landon’s favorites. “Let me ask you something,” he began, pointing towards the vehicle. “Are you just that horrible at parking or do you get off on thinking the whole world revolves around you?” 

His tone annoyed her, but as someone who was parked doubly in the wrong, Katrina simply bit her tongue. Her hand however, found a place on her hip, emphasizing her dislike for the entire conversation. “If I said both, would you judge me?” She reached for her bag, a massive tote that seemed to be layered with mostly shopping receipts and gum wrappers, fishing around for her keys. “I’ve had my license since I was sixteen and haven’t driven since then,” Kat explained, pawing around still. “Apparently, I’m really rusty with the maneuvers.” She hadn’t been a good driver then, but with time to pad her experience, she was absolutely terrible now.

Nathan raised his brows at the woman approaching. He had to admit, he’d probably been standing there for a little too long so she’d gotten the wrong idea and he couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. “Relax, I don’t even own a car so it’s not like I’m too bothered by it. I was just admiring those parking skills but I wasn’t gonna get you towed or anything,” he promised with an amused grin, shaking his head. “Parallel parking can be a real pain so I get it. Do you need another set of eyes to help you out there before the owners of the other cars get back? Because those might just have the number ready.”

“I didn’t even know I was going out,” Veronica insisted with a laugh. “Zach came over after work and wanted to get a beer, I said no, he whined, so I said yes and then literally within ten minutes of being at the bar the idiots started to fight.” It had made for a funny story now, but in the moment, the blonde had just been confused and really, really annoyed. “They probably would have gotten into a fight about which specific Spiderman has been the best since there have been like, fifty of them.”

“God,” Kat pretended to gripe. “I hate men. They’ve no respect for the sanctity of female friendships.” The brunette took a sip from her drink, “I’m shocked that he didn’t want to get involved.” Her hand twisted, “Sagittarius and all.” She wrinkled her nose, “I forgot about that. Why are grown men obsessed with comics again? It’s hard enough to pretend to be interesting on first dates, even worse when the topics are boring as fuck.”

Erin quickly glanced at her watch before looking up to the brunette who hurriedly made her way to her car. She hadn’t planned on calling a tow truck but the sloppy parking job did get a frustrated sigh out of her lips seeing as she wouldn’t be able to get her own car out if the other didn’t. “That would be swell,” she commented curtly but immediately regretted the bite to her tone, knowing the other was not the source of her anger tonight. Pulling back to back night shift for the past week, tonight was supposed to be Erin’s day off except, of course, the cardio attending on call had to call in sick, pulling her out of bed and on her way to work. “I can get it out for you if you want,” she offered, more gently this time, forcing a small smile to her lips.