#*m: convos

While she might have preferred a more romantic (DR, Bali, or even Cancún) destination, the Cove has a certain charm Meadow couldn’t deny. And no, it definitely isn’t Los Angeles, but that could be a good thing! For the amount of money she was offered to move here, it’s essentially her Mount Olympus. Practically paradise. “Oh my god,” She drawls, rotating her wrist in circles. The pinot in her wine glass swirls in a crimson whirlpool. “You should let me palm read you. On IG live. My followers would love it.”

“Just picture it,” Meadow says, waving a hand in the air. She uses the other to guide Leilani’s shoulders. “You, me, Tyson -- it’s the perfect harmony of creators! The universe truly brought us together for a reason.” Meadow smiles dreamily at her new roommate, high off the fantasy of fame (and a bit from the blunt Tyson had kindly gifted her this morning). “I was thinking for our first collab we should do goat yoga in a salt cave. What do you think?” There probably isn’t a salt cave nearby but Meadow hasn’t yet grasped that the Cove isn’t quite Los Angeles. While excited to start a new adventure, it’s different on this side of the country. She’s a big fish in a small pond, but hopefully with Leilani around things will get easier. There’s strength in numbers, after all.