#brightonstart

      Slender legs dangled off the edge, orange painted toes swirling around in the cold water. The blunt that rested between her fingers was brought to her mouth before her eyes moved towards the midnight sky. “I used to think that the stars were people their souls y’know? Like, dead people. Yeah.” Her words weren’t making any sense and Minhee wasn’t entirely sure what she was trying to say either. A fog filled mind certainly didn’t help to make it any clearer. “Fucking aliens, man.” A laugh escaped her, nose scrunching up lightly. “Bet they’re just aliens. Nothing poetic about it. Just aliens.”

“No no, I-- I’m fine. Just... this puppy looked really sad and I wanted to take him home but I... I couldn’t. I don’t have the time.”

A small notification had popped up on her phone, a new snapchat and Minhee was fast to open it. A mistake. The rather explicit image of one of her friends privates had caused her eyes to grow big and a choked up sound to escape her throat. “Oh my god. I will never be able to unsee that.” Then a smirk appeared on her lips, “it was a nice one though, not gonna lie.”

“Is it bad that I’m already hyped for Christmas? Maybe it’s because I hope the restaurant will be filled with tourists, but I also can’t help but be excited about the snow and being able to going skiing in my spare time. It’s always so awfully nice!”

Her body was moving slowly on the music, graceful movements executed perfectly as she was practising her routine once again. It had to be perfect, anything to get her back in New York again. So what they were here for her grandfather, the real reason was much more painful to Tiffany anyway.  Though when she noticed entering, Tiffany stopped abruptly, her head turning. “Can I help you?” The sentence came out more as a snarl, than an actual question.