Room For Dessert? // Prologue // Starter- Selphie
selphycareā:
The idea she had to share anything with anyone was a huge pain. Yeah, sure, sheād be up for a collaboration on social media but that was different; she was discerning with who she picked out. And it was absolutely, always on her terms and no one elseās. Was this really how jury duty worked? It was way more annoying than she ever thought. No, a creepy jury dutyā¦? Ugh, whatever, sheās too frustrated to think about it for too long.
Frustrated heels click against the floor as she speeds to her room. At the very least, she can be the first one there and set some ground rules as soon as her partner arrives.
Selphie reaches for the handle only to collide with another hand. She jumps back and glares at the person as they go for the door. Well, fine. If they wanted to open it for her, that was fine. She shouldnāt have to do drudge work, anyway. But⦠wait a second⦠what was this? The person⦠this girl⦠she was kinda cute. Not as cute as she was, though. Probably, right? In any case, she probably didnāt know how to light herself perfectly when the sun went down, angling orange light sharply to cascade amber hues on her cheeks andā¦
WHY WASNāT THE DOOR OPEN?
Ugh, couldnāt she even open a door?
Selphie folds her arms in some sort of defiance to nothing at all, surveying the other girl with judging eyes. She couldnāt even recognize her face? Didnāt she go onlineā¦?
She wasnāt going to be defeated here, no way.
āUh-huh. And you must beā¦ā
Her eyes go to the door. Ah, yes. Time for a power move. Intentionally getting the name wrong.
āCarlotta.ā
ā...āĀ
Charlotte stares blankly, filling the tense silence with only a few blinks. She tilts her head, as if studying the girl, but her face is clear of her earlier anger and indignation.Ā
āBeing illiterate on jury duty might put you at a bit of a disadvantage. Donāt expect me to read all those documents for you or anything...āĀ
Her completely deadpan delivery made it difficult to tell whether that was a comeback or a genuine concern of Charlotteās. Without giving Selphie time to process that herself, though, she points harshly at the bizarre nameplate on the door and enunciates her name slowly as if she were introducing herself to a toddler.Ā
āThere, now that introductions are out of the way... what do you say to never speaking to one another again?ā














