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The worst part, by far, about writing for a newspaper were the deadlines. Wendy loved writing at her own pace, taking her time with her creativity. Her college classes, of course, posed deadlines, but her professors were usually willing to extend for the sake of writer’s block. The news, not so much. She’d stopped midway in the park on the way home from campus when inspiration struck, and Wendy found herself pulling out her laptop to begin typing. She wasn’t sure when the person beside her had sat down, but as she put her closing together, Wendy finally turned and acknowledged them. “I’m sorry to bother you, but would you mind, um ... reading something for me? It’s not long at all, I just want to make sure it makes sense. I’d normally ask my coworkers, but it’s due in ... fifteen minutes.”

As the person rushed by her she immediately flinched, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion at their swiftness. She was minding her own business and somehow always ended up roped into something. Meg was a magnet for trouble or so she thought. These days if she wasn’t in something with Hektor or Harold she’d found herself trying to catch a loose dog or accidentally ending up on a wild goose chase with someone. She couldn’t help it, these things just happened. 

“Hello to you too, not like there’s other people walking or anything.” The girl stared at them for a moment. “What’s with the rush anyway?”

It had been another sleepless night and she was doing her best to keep herself awake, away from harm. Sometimes she didn’t want to sleep to save not only her own mind but that of whomever’s dreams she ended up in when she did. A time that was supposed to be relaxing and rejuvenating had become the exact opposite. Aurora had been running from her own mind since her 18th birthday while still giving her shot at normalcy everything she could. She had a coffee between her hands as she stared out at the scattered people across the room. Neverland was one of her favorite places to come, the constant commotion helped keep her awake when her eyelids where fighting her. It wasn’t unusual for someone to look at her strange for having a cup of coffee at an establishment more known for their alcohol but drinking usually made the sleepiness worse. Instead of taking it to heart she smiled at them, holding up her cup in acknowledgment. “Coffee’s just so good here, can’t help myself,” she joked with a soft laugh. It was easier than trying to explain any of what was going on inside her head once her eyes shut. “It might look ridiculous but you get used to the stares or at least I have. And you could always add Bailey’s if you’re feeling up to it.” 

It wasn’t often that she had a smile on like this but when she was working it was another story. This shop had become the most important thing in her life, which meant she was the most pleasant when she was there. One of her cashiers had to call out sick so she was running it solo today. It had been a slow morning but she knew it would pick up later. For now she was enjoying the calm, folding clothes to be put back back onto the rack. Looking over at the item the other was holding she gave a small smile. “That color would look so good with your eyes, just so you know.” It was a genuine comment but she put on the charm a little more when people were here. “And no I’m not just saying that because I own the place.”

Claude had a lot of pet peeves, but one of his biggest ones was having to ask people for the time. It was humiliating beyond belief to say that he’d lost his phone in an age that was so disgustingly digital. Compared to the curses that Adam and Blaise were granted, though, it had become more of a minor inconvenience than life altering; he was a Cogsworth, and he’d learned to deal with it. “Terribly sorry to bother you there, but do you have the time?” he asked the person beside him at the cafe while waiting for his tea. “I’ve seemed to have left my phone in the car, and I have to get out of here to a meeting as soon as I get this cup of tea, if it ever comes,” Claude grumbled, impatient. It seemed to have gotten busier with orders, which usually meant it was either early morning or just around lunchtime.

Logan longed for the days when he was at the height of his racing career. He enjoyed settling down in Radiator Springs but that didn’t mean that thrill was ever craved by anything. Watching Cruz grow was at least able to give him some way to feel a part of that again. He got noticed on occasion too and he was always more than happy to oblige. “And who did you want me to make it out to?” He said, flashing them a smile. Logan had a pen on hand which he claimed it was because he liked being prepared but it was really for moments like this. 

Bram hated when he had to run errands. Go here, do this, go there, talk to this person. When Otis wasn’t up his ass Bram found his own trouble to get up to. He was deciding between going to The Poison Apple or the music store when Good Burger appeared in front of him. That was it, that was the one. He stared at the menu for a bit before ordering a milkshake to go. With his shake in one hand and the other pushing open the door it collided with whoever was coming in. As his shake fell in slow-motion it seemed he caught it, only getting a little on the ground. “I’m a fucking wizard dude, did you see that?” 

Of course the zamboni had started to act up again and no one else was ever able to fix it. That’s why Riley took it upon herself to take care of it most of the time. She was busy shoving her hand into the engine to fiddle around with a few bolts when her tool rolled onto the ground. “Ah, you little fuck,” she grumbled hearing it behind her. Right when she looked back she saw someone’s feet and took the opportunity to ask for them to lend her a hand. “Hey, do you mind handing me that?” Riley said with their hand still holding a bolt in place inside the machine.