- ̗̀ If I get a little prettier, can I be your baby?

“I was going to ask if you wanted to… never mind,” he spoke quietly. since he worked at the art museum, he always got free admission and was going to see if the other wanted to go.

“    what? WHAT?” she said and her mouth formed a little pout. “finish what you were saying dammit!”

‘ do you -- jesus fuck do you ever shut up ? ’  as soon as the words slip past her lips she’s letting out a gasp, entirely surprised with herself for snapping. she’s slow in lifting her gaze to look at them instead of the page with more crossed out lines than written ones on it, eyes watering more or less instantly. it was fair to say rosie felt awful right away but she’d been so frustrated that she’d spoke before she could even dare to hold herself back. ‘ i’m sorry, i’m just – i’m working and your voice is very distracting. ’

her speech about her love for cats paused when rosie loses her temper. this isn’t new to gianna. she often encounters situation like this. people tend to hate her for being too chatty. “no, it’s alright. i should be the who should apologize. i’m just gonna shut up now.” she said and mimed pulling a zip across her mouth.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Adam was someone who worried often about the wellbeing of others. It stemmed from his career and being a father to two twins.

“oh, i just tripped and sprained my ankle. don’t worry about it, sir. it happens all the time.” she waved off and shyly smiled.

       “ d’you have a request ? ” the words fell from ruari’s smiling lips with such ease. the male could often times be found at the park - sitting on a random bench with his guitar in his lap, taking requests from old ladies & children who just wanted to see how good he was. paying no attention to the coins & dollars people would leave ( since he’d give them to someone else later on ) ruari was just happy to play what people want. 

the weather is nice and gianna used this chance to take a walk in the park. she stopped in her tracks as she heard a beautiful music. she followed the melody and lead her to a musician sitting on a bench. a trace of a smile played across her lips when the man asked her if she has any request. “yes, i have one. can you play wild horses by the rolling stones?”

     “ well, i overbaked, “ liberty began. that was an understatement. in addition to the pie she was holding in her hands, there were three others sitting on her counter at home. baking was cathartic for her, and it was very easy to go overboard. there was no way that she could finish the pies herself; one was more than enough for her and harper to share, so she figured she would offer the extras to others. it was a nice, friendly gesture, and it would save her some refrigerator space in the long run. “ and i figured i would bring something by. it’s cherry… i hope that’s alright. “

gianna was quite surprised when liberty's face appeared when she opened the door. “overbaked? how did you manage to do that? not that i’m complaining. i wouldn’t say no to pies.” she said with a soft chuckle. “fantine isn’t home, but please do come in.” she opened the door wider so that her visitor could pass through.