cherry blossoms.

“A bowl of fruit?” he repeated, eyes quickly scanning her face for any hint of a joke. “Far be it from me to mix into someone’s private business but, unless it’s under doctor’s orders… how about we share one of those wraps of yours?” His suggestion was made in a gentler tone, one that should stay between them alone. “You can always add in the fruit under the guise of some fresh juice.” While Glenn wasn’t sure what the wrap consisted of, it would make a far better picture to have them share it rather than her displeased face as she ate only fruit and he pigged out on something else. It was almost a little game of his, wondering what could be put out in a negative light.

     ❝YEAH, really,❞ he laughed, tilting his head up towards her. ❝i played a basketball player on a show back in the day, and i swear i played for a week straight, hours at a time, to break the brand new jordans in. it defintely did the trick, and it helped my game, too.❞ at the mention of his position, he sat up and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. ❝cheerleading practice,❞ he said, wrinkling his nose. ❝the guy i’m playing on lesliean is a cheerleader, and a producer heard i used to do gymnastics so they want me to do my own stunts. only problem is my muscles haven’t…readjusted yet.❞

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Jenna hummed for a moment, glad that it was a little tidbit that would keep her going for a while. “Carb cutting is hard, honey. How are you holding up so far?”

“Yeah? Well, at least you enjoy it! Nothin’ worse than gettin’ up to go to a job that you absolutely hate.” He shuddered at the mere thought of some of his jobs back in Oklahoma. “Oh, I’m really lovin’ it. Honestly. I loved Severance but… Fight scenes and actual dance are two totally different things. I’m back to doin’ more of what I love.”

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“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” Glenn spoke up loudly enough for at least the next two tables over to get an earful, look over their way. As if they hadn’t already been glancing at the young blonde as she sat under the shade, waiting for him. He leaned down, touching his lips to her cheek, and lingered for the extra second that would make anyone get their money-shot’s worth. It was as good as he had, for the time being, before he sat down opposite her and reached for one of the menus. “I don’t think I’ve ever been here before. Do you have any suggestions?” he asked, sunglasses covering his eyes as he glanced quickly at what the trendy store had to offer.

COLIN flashed what he hoped to be an apologetic smile at the elder woman, turning to mallory with a silent thank you shining through his gaze.  “that we do.  i haven’t eaten since about six this morning.”  he bit his lower lip, squeezing mallory’s hand as he turned away from the social clutches of the sweet woman.  “i owe you one, mal.  she just kept talkin’ and talkin’”  colin turned to look at the blonde,  surveying her expression.  “where to for lunch?”

“ MORBID?  me? —  who’s  been  spreading  such  awful  lies.”  he  preferred  to  think  of  himself  as  playfully  dark  minded  &  intellectual.  or  maybe  he  just  enjoyed  steering  conversations  in  to  more  serious  topics  in  order  to  make  people  uncomfortable.  “ easy  there  mcintyre,  you’re  making  me  sound  like  a  dinosaur.”

“ WHAT  CAN  I  SAY?  i’m  contagious.  like  the  plague  but  i  haven’t  killed  anyone.”  yet.  he  internally  cringed  at  the  giggle.  both  the  word  and  sound  being  something  he  found  very  annoying.  “isn’t  that  essentially  what  most  people  in  hollywood  are?  a  bunch  of  pieces  of  what  other  people  have  told  them  to  be?”  deep.  obviously  he  didn’t  include  himself  in  that  group. “ i’d  rather  turn  to  stone  thanks.”

“Anything. Honestly, being out for the best part of a week was unpleasant. It could be something as small as who quit their gym membership as long as it’s something.”

“i  aim  to  make  everyone  uncomfortable.  it’s  one  of  my  many  POSITIVE  character  traits.”  he  let  the  smile  continue  to  grace  his lips.  truthfully,  he  was  as  surprised  as  she  was  by  the  conversation.  he  wasn’t  exactly  known  for  his  communication  skills.   “what  are  you  talking  about?  frankenstein’s  monster  seems  like  an  AWESOME  comparison  to  me.  he’s  a  cool  guy  —  although  i  have  always  considered  myself  more  of  a  brooding  vampire  type.  bram  stoker  that  is  not  fucking  twilight.”

GUILT washed over Bianca’s insides, specifically on the inside rather than the out. She immediately made a u-turn on her path to Superhuman, bending down to help Mallory collect her things. Trying hard to avoid eye contact with Mallory’s personal belongings, the brunette dropped what she could back into Mallory’s bag and dusted her her hands off on her jeans. She noticed a pen, Zenith’s logo printed vividly on the side, and picked it up with her pointer finger and thumb. ❝ Sorry about that. Is this yours ? ❞ She asked, a blank stare pointing directly toward the blonde whilst she gestured with the pen.

“ an  ELEPHANT?   which  part  of  me  is  the  trunk? ”  his  words  were  punctuated  with  a  wink.  that  definitely  felt  like  a  human  resources  violation  of  some  kind.  he’d  discuss  it  in  his  regular  appointment.  “ good — just  don’t  tell  anyone  i  said  that.  i’d  prefer  people  to  think  i’m  secretly  wishing  they  all died  in a  pile  of  rubble.”  because  obviously  he  needed  to  keep  up  appearances.  running  a  hand  through  his  hair,  he  sighed,  “ am  i  sure?  well  when  the  doctors  reattached  my  head  they  said  it  might  be  a  LITTLE  stiff  for  a  few  days.  and  there’s  the  issues  of  me  not  having  a  heart,  but  i’ve  managed  without  one  so  far.  other  than that,  right  as  rain.” 

Colin had only ever heard the stories of those people who’d get caught in awkward conversations with strangers and later get bailed out by a familiar face, but because he normally kept to himself, he hadn’t expected it to happen to him.  Boy, was he ever wrong.  It wasn’t until a few moments into his (nearly one sided) conversation with an elderly woman who’d thought it best to unload pictures of her cats onto him, that he’d spotted someone he knew.  “Uh, yeah.  Well, your cats are cute and all but–but, um, my ride’s here.” He faked a smile, casting a hopeful glance toward the familiar face when the woman wasn’t looking.