some fairytale shit

The sky was dark as the car rolled up to the sidewalk; the air had a nip that Amaury noticed the instant he stepped outside, the cold sinking past his skin-tight clothing. Electing to ignore that as the car sped away, Amaury counted the cash in his hands again before tucking into the pocket of the leather jacket he was wearing, the only piece of warm clothing he was wearing. Glancing up, his brown eyes instantly landed on the person nearby and the blond flashed them a wolfish grin. “Can I help you?

Rina has been here for practically her entire life. Being around the Desert Wolves as a vulture was definitely eye-opening since it made her see all the dark, little secrets a lot of her neighbors seem to have. Whether they wanted to show it or not, you pick up a thing or two - such as the things they like, dislike and what they actually do for a living - if you just pay close attention. “I’m not here to be your customer, pretty boy.”

Eva stood on a curb waiting for her car to arrive and take her home, just a few feet away from a building roped off with crime scene tape. When someone approached, she took a quick glance over her shoulder toward the door. “I wouldn’t count on it, darling, they’re closed for the rest of the day,” she explained. “Something about cleaning up blood, I didn’t see it myself but I think it got rather ugly. Then again, what else is new around here?”

“And who are you, darling?” Rina asked with a roll of her eyes. If there was one thing she really didn’t like, it was being called pet names by people she didn’t even know. She could’ve excused it if she was someone she knew but she wasn’t and she wasn’t entirely sure why she was on defensive mode but Rina didn’t really feel like backing down at this point. “Ah, an expert on Clearmont. How lucky of me to be in your presence.”

Unloading of deliveries is easily Ophelia’s most detested part of her job, it’s always hell on her arms due to a severe lack of upper body muscle but it was an unavoidable part of owning her own business. On her tiptoes she reaches to towards the back of the truck to grab one of the last tray of flowers, slightly heavier than the rest, and attempted to navigate across the sidewalk to the entrance of her shop. It’s at the door she realises that she’s unable to get in with the large box in hand, as she’s working out a solution she spots an approaching person “Hi sorry, would you mind opening the door for me? Kind of got myself in a bit of a muddle here.”

“You probably should’ve thought of that before you started carrying heavy things all by yourself,” Rina said rather bluntly. She was on her way to pick Lily up from school and the last thing she needed was people getting in her way or letting her daughter wait for her. “I mean, really, you probably could’ve thought things through just a little bit better there,” she said as she opened the door to the shop to let the other woman inside.