#catalinastarter

It had been one of those days where just everything went wrong and Camila was just done with it already. In general she was a woman who was patient and kind but right now she was having a short fuse. Training had gone badly, a dull ache had been there constantly for the entire day and she knew that it wasn’t going to pass until the next morning. So to see someone else being the target of some trouble was something that was quite a relief for the day. Any other day she would feel guilty for enjoying this. But right now it was a relief to see the woman going all crazy to another woman over the fact that she had found her boyfriend cheating on her with the other woman. “I feel like I’ve been watching a live soap opera for five minutes now. And I am never one to watch those, but this is rather… interesting. Tell me, what’s so interesting for us in other people’s pain?”

Whoever said that the life of a preschool teacher was easy had obviously never met one. Olivia loved her job. She really did. But she was regretting her choice of putting together a lesson plan that involved the kids planting and nursing their own seedlings and plants. In theory, it was a really good idea. But executing it? Well, that’s what she was having trouble with. In addition to her usual grocery run, she had opted to complete her lesson prep at the exact same time. Her canvas bags are laden with food, art supplies, leafy greens, and packets of seeds and soil for her kids. A lifetime of biking around Stockholm has prepared her for a lifestyle where she bikes most places - but as she stands at the bottom of a hill, Olivia can’t help but look miserably upwards contemplating why she was so ambitious that particular morning. Letting out a huge sigh, she hops off her bike, mentally preparing herself to push it and her bags up the hill. “Come on, Nilsson. There’s no one else here to push you up the hill,” she utters to herself. 

Okay, Marley, think. She still had ways to go to get to Lafayette Square. In her unnecessary turning, she’d stumbled upon a street with a few stragglers ahead, but who knew when they would retire and leave her all alone. Her eyes roamed the street, looking for somebody, anybody, and her shoulders just about sagged in relief at the sight of a streetlight and a lone body underneath.

“Oh, you’re a saint.” Marley huffed in laughter as she approached, quick to embrace the other in a tight hug, long enough and quiet enough to murmur a “please just go with it” in their ear before pulling back with a smile. “Thank you so much for waiting.” If her whispered plea hadn’t gotten her point across, she hoped her widened eyes and tense shoulders would.

As she hides in a shadowed corner, Nathalia does her best to come up with an escape plan. On her way into the club, she ended up flirting with someone in line for fun. Her thought process was that she believed she would be gone by the time the person got in the club... And now that they were both inside at the same time, the man figured he was owed something - a drink? a dance? heavy petting? Nathalia didn't know, Nathalia didn't care. What she did care about what the fact that he was able to get Nathalia alone and corner her a few times throughout the night. Of course, she never stayed long enough to find out what exactly he wanted before slipping away.

“I’ve come to the official conclusion that teenagers are the world’s meanest people. And no, I don’t speak from personal experience.” Taking a pause to puff on his cigarette, Miles stood with his hand on his hips. “I mean...why? Yeah sure, make fun of the dude for being scared of an animal, because ha ha that’s so funny, am I right? Why don’t you take a break, short stack?” He was clearly heated over something, rambling to anyone who would listen. 

“You know, sometimes I think dating a magician would be so cool, because he can just make money appear from right under my nose or whatever. But then I remember the one time I did go on a date with a magician and he stiffed me for a fifty dollar steak dinner, so that was fun.”